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  1. Francis Trollop must die or is (s)he already dead?

    by , 11-14-2007 at 09:07 PM (A Little Bit of Everything)
    I am supposed to research a man(or is it a women?) named Francis Trollop , a journalist.......and there is no such person. There is an Anthony Trollope and his mother Frances Trollope but no Francis Trollop. I have searched the internet high and low- I have even looked in two different encyclopedia's with no luck whatsoever. I am exasperated and yet I shall continue to search because my grade is on the line....
  2. Sing Along Messiah

    Today is the day for this. One of my dreams is to sing this in Chicago. Wow!!
    Today we'll be at a large Catholic church in 'da region'.
    No matter whether you believe in the Messiah or not, it is wonderful to be singing this piece by Handel, to be surrounded by so many singers and musicians. I can't wait.
  3. haiku 4 my son

    he told me today
    i will be leaving home soon
    mom's heart grins and cries

    he was a child
    looking back he grew so fast
    now he's grown and gone

    the world awaits him
    so much to offer and lose
    jump right in my son
  4. Memory and cognition

    by , 12-03-2007 at 01:41 PM (Memories of the 28th Century)
    This morning, while driving, I heard a segment on NPR about memory, cognition, consciousness, and so on. Those are topics that interest me greatly. I was reminded on my blog about The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, which I have to reread. The person who had written the book that was being discussed seemed to be overly concerned with the style of expressing; although he saw the "footprint" of the structure of memory in various sorts of expression. I am still waiting for someone to decode ...
  5. Byron/Wilde Madness Paper

    Here's the next installment. Remember that shirt I designed? Well, it's garnered all sorts of attention. I have total strangers coming up to me, remarking on it and asking me where / how I did it - LOL.

    Being shy, I'm almost afraid to wear it again lest I turn red and grow more embarrassed.

    These perspectives and experiences, thrust upon such tractable young souls, helped produce a narcissistic self-love in Oscar Wilde and a nostalgic longing for boyhood in Byron,