Und irgendwann war er dann hier gestrandet. Hatte seine Sachen in den Flur gestellt und sich aufs Sofa gesetzt. War ja nicht viel da, um in den Flur zu stellen: Zwei Koffer vielleicht, mit den Klamotten drin und einer Zahnbürste, und ein Karton ungewissen Inhalts. Hatte sich gesetzt und sich umgesehen. Und war dann einfach eingeschlafen, so. Geschnarcht hat er nicht, obwohl er doch so viel rauchte. Dafür hat er die Nase krause gezogen, wenn er träumte. [Weiterlesen]

Frederic

Located between Luck and Siren,
Frederic, Wisconsin isn’t on most maps.
Always a small community, in the past
more of a rural commerce center,
now delegated to larger regional centers.

Farms are still important to the area,
but much of the land is now subdivided
into plots of ten acres or more,
summer homes and recreational areas.
For us, still the land of the Nelsons.

Virginia, a Nelson girl by mother’s side,
is here to visit cousin Emma Jean,
a Nelson girl by father’s side, Harry,
brother of Dollie (Hay), Virginia’s mother.
And I grow up knowing only of Gaylord!

Turning left at the four-way stop sign,
I passed up an opportunity to photo a
phone booth for the payphone project.
We headed west a few miles,
turn right, then left onto Whispering Pines.

Just over the hill, we make a left turn
onto the entrance to the Heinricks’ farm.
The old farm house, now home only to
Emma Jean, is our home for the next few days --
my eyes composing images for future reference.

After having lunch, we begin an afternoon
of touring the countryside, listening to
Emma Jean and Virginia’s childhood stories.
First stop, what remains of Virginia’s
grandparents farm in Clam Falls.

For many years, Virginia would take the train
from St. Paul to spend summer’s here.
As they walk the grounds, I record this experience
to serve as future image initiators of things past.
Images are the catalyst for igniting memories.

Next stop, Clam Falls Lutheran Church Cemetery
where we make notes of Nelson’s past.
Starting with John E. and Emma Nelson,
Great grandparents of many at tomorrow’s gathering.
But, before tomorrow, we next visit Sharon and Leo.

Sharon is Emma Jean’s youngest sister.
Since last September, the sisters have spent
much time together, Emma Jean supporting
Sharon as she cared for Leo who forgot that a
seventy-year old shouldn’t be climbing ladders.

Ok, maybe ladders are all right, but not
atop a twenty-foot ladder with chainsaw in hand.
Long story short, if you are going to fall,
you better land on your seventy-year old feet.
Suffered many broken bones, he lived to tell the story.

After having an afternoon dessert,
it was time to return to the farmhouse.
Joy and I would be sleeping upstairs
and like most old farmhouses, the stairs are steep.
Not a problem, however the bathroom is downstairs.

After dinner, somehow the conversation
turned to ”casinos!”  Surprise, surprise!”
Of course,  being the super host,
Emma Jean let it be known that
there was one in the town of Danbury.

The casino is named, “Hole ’n the Wall.”
From my perspective, a fitting name,
if only “The Gang” had been there.
However, even Butch Cassidy and
The Sundance Kid couldn’t help this place.

kenne

P.S.  "So, what's the story behind the Firebird?" you ask.
Don't know, but obviously, from the growth around it,
Mother Nature is in the process of burying the "green machine."

(Photo Set)

Despite the caramel and honey, EH is not cloying. It's like a light dusting of icing sugar on the tongue. What I didn't like about EH is the spray of almond extract on the same tongue. This almond note and probably something else that I can't pick out often made me feel sick when I first sprayed it on myself. Overtime, however, it smooths out into powder.

Most perfume bloggers like this scent. It was invariably described as sheer, creamy, milky and lasting. It might seem oxymoronic to have something described as both sheer and creamy but it's true.

By Tom @ Perfume-Smellin' Things (Jan 2008 )

Bois de Jasmin (Jan 2006)

By Robin @ Now Smell This (Feb 2005)

Basenotes

To me, EH is akin to a barely sweetened almond milk with an overdose of almond essence. It's a strange involuntary habit of mine to pick up on the strongest and most familiar note of a scent and push the rest into the background. I tried very hard to love this perfume. I like almonds. I'd worn it a few times despite knowing that I'd feel nauseated on the top notes. Today is cloudy and cool- great day for wearing winter water, no? Alas, no. Maybe I should try it when it's really hot and humid.

Anyway, here's a factoid, courtesy of my sister: the compound that gives almond it's distinctive smell is also found in great concentrations in cockroaches. The next time you smashed a cockroach, take a sniff.

Nouveau sport qui ne fait pas le bonheur de tous le monde, le golf.

På den annen side, er det mulig at jeg tar helt feil.

Premier à sortir du loft, Frédéric n'est pas avare de critiques envers la production de Secret Story. Selon lui, TF1 aurait modifié ses propos : il n'a jamais vu d'extra-terrestres mais admet seulement croire à la vie sur une autre planète que la terre. Il a été surpris de constater lors de l'émission du prime-time qu'on le prenait pour un timbré alors que lui voulait juste jouer de la musique pendant le live... Une enquête est en cours par le Bloblog et les premières découvertes font états d'une double erreur : effectivement il y a eu déformation de ses propos mais pire encore, il s'est trompé d'émission ! Eh oui, pour jouer de la musique c'est à la Star Ac' qu'il faut aller...

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