Students gunned down at Kent State
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Students gunned down at Kent State
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
"One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind"
Andy Warhol and Gerard Malanga co-found the magazine, Interview
The Jackson Five release their debut album
create your own personalized map of the USA
"Borrowed" this cool map tool from a friend's blog. (thanks!) This is a map of all the states I've lived in or visited in my life. I was surprised to find I have a few left, mostly in the deep south. Guess I'd best get to trip planning. :)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
When thinking about 1966 a story came to mind that I want to share, as it illustrates the thinking and perceptions of childhood well. Several years ago, in conversation with my mother, I asked her about her suicide attempt in 1966 when I was ten years old. She was shocked to her bones and became angry that I knew, demanding to know who had told me of this. The reality was no one had told me. I had stored all the bits and pieces of information and perception I didn't understand as a child until I was an adult, where the pieces fit together to make a clear picture. A therapist told me once that you are only as sick as your secrets, and there were many to unravel from my childhood. So this is a cautionary tale to all you parents with children. They know your secrets and what you are trying to hide, they are little bundles of perception. All they need is words to express what they are feeling or seeing which they will acquire in time. I try to hide nothing from children, as dishonesty sets them up not to trust their own perceptions of reality later. A terrible handicap in life.
I am on day 11 of being a non-smoker. It gets easier and easier every day for me, and I am grateful for my friends Lisa and Genie for being an informal "support" group. We've been telling each other "we can do this" for several days, and I think it is time to change and say "we are doing this" now. :) Good work ladies!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
For my tenth birthday I got a package from far away England, the epicenter of cool. My great Aunt Booji was there, studying with a famous portrait painter, and she'd heard from a little birdie I would die for real "Go-Go" boots. And there they were, little white leather ones with slim heels the came to just above my ankles. I am sure they were available in America somewhere, but these came from England and it made them that much more special. I loved those boots, and when I wore my wrap dresses, chain link shoulder purse and bangle bracelets you'd have thought had arrived straight from Carnaby Street after having lunch with "Twiggy." I finally wore them out after several years, but will always remember their little pointy toes and the "click-click" of their heels fondly.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
"The Girl From Ipanema," Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto (Still a great song!)
Friday, August 25, 2006
Your Life Path Number is 9
Your purpose in life is to make the world better
You are very socially conscious and a total idealist.
You think there are many things wrong with the world, and you want to fix them.
You have a big idea of how to world could be, and you'll sacrifice almost anything to work towards this dream.
In love, you can easily see the beauty in someone else. And you never cling too tightly.
You are capable of great love, but it's hard for you to focus your love on one person or relationship.
You are often disappointed by the realities of life - it's hard for you to accept the shortcomings of the world.
"A Moveable Feast" by Ernest Hemingway released after his death
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Wade used his finger and other implements to etch this homage to Vincent Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' and Leonardo da Vinci's 'Mona Lisa.'
Wade lives off the unpaved Roadrunner Road north of San Marcos, which dusts the back windows of his car and gives him the canvases to create his own works of art. A portrait of Kinky Friedman on the back of the Mazda driven by Wade's wife, Robin Wood, was featured on the gubernatorial candidate's Web site.
Who needs a frost-covered window when you've got road dust to create a Christmas scene? Besides his fingers, Wade uses traditional art tools, such as paintbrushes, and unconventional ones, like a chewed Popsicle stick, to make his drawings. Wade takes pride in his creations, but he knows that with one good shower, his work is gone
Just goes to show you what lengths some Texas men will go to keep from actually washing their car.
Thanks Gerard for sending this...too funny! :)
Sylvia Plath publishes "The Bell Jar"
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Marilyn Monroe dies in her home.
This morning I could smell my toast cooking. This may not seem very impressive to anyone with a functional nose, but it was a real shock to me. Even with the low amount of cigarettes I did smoke I obviously deadened my sense of smell somewhat, and this morning it seemed to come back in a whoosh. So I am feeling the urge to clean everything I come in contact with now to rid any smell of smoke. I love smells, and now that it's coming back I want to remember what things smell like without the smoke fog.
Genie is doing very well too, and is going away this next week to work for "smoking" (but sympathetic to her quitting) family. I am going to surprise her with some homemade Snickerdoodle cookies before she leaves, and tell her to eat one everytime she gets a craving at their house. Neither of us has had the munchies associated with quitting, but both find cinnamon helps in some way cut the craving. I just think if she has cinnamon cookies to look forward to when she feels crazed she will be able to know someone is supporting her to quit. I am crossing my fingers for her, as this is a difficult thing to do.
Thanks to everybody that has been supporting me in this. I never want to go through this again, so I promise I am well on my way to being a non-smoker.
This is an example of how "small town" my residence in Texas is. I see this little kid amusement ride truck everytime I stop in the local grocery store, a tradition of days long past. I am sure I was not the only child parked at an outdoor amusement ride when their mother went grocery shopping, and these would never show up at Super Walmart now. Too much of a loss leader when you want the kids screaming and begging for products inside the store. Thought I would stash these photos on my blog to remember grocery store rides as I am sure someday these will no longer exist. (BTW...When taking these pictures this morning I actually rode this modern version. It kinda freaked out the store personnel, but what the HELL...I'd have gotten that 50 cents outta somebody and ridden it as a kid! I am happy to report it bumped and grinded and made a little "varrroom" sound. Not as satisfying as Disneyland but well worth 50 cents.)
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
"West Side Story" Film debut
Monday, August 21, 2006
|You Are 100% Psychic|
You are so very psychic.
But you already predicted that, didn't you?
You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others.
You're very tapped into the world around you...
"To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee is published
Sunday, August 20, 2006
The Guggenheim Museum Opens in NYC
Alaska admitted into statehood
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Saint Clare of Assissi declared Patron Saint of Television
Friday, August 18, 2006
|Your Dosha is Pitta|
You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.
You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.
Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.
But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.
With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you
In love: You are picky but passionate
To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.
Today last year I lost my mother, and these flowers are in memory of her. I had a pretty hard day around this anniversary, seems I am handling it today less well than I did when it was in the middle of it. Maybe it is more real to me in some way now, or I have more time to think, who can say. So I placed these flowers right under my alter, and they are very fragrant and do make me feel better.
I have lost many people in my life, and generally feel at peace with these loses since I do believe that the void is a pleasant one, and may in some cases lead to reincarnation. But losing my only parent feels very different. I was surprised by my grief surfacing this week. I wouldn't even know how to describe it to anyone who hasn't lost a parent yet, but it is indeed a different kind of longing. Closer to the bone, in a place no words come from. So I am thinking of my mother tonight, and hoping she is truly at peace. And yes...we will get to the bluebonnets this year...I promise. Even if I have to buy grow lights and grow them myself.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Yes,I truly was born in Baltimore Maryland. It was a terrible accident, as my born and bred Texas mother was there teaching Microbiology at John Hopkin's. Nothing is quite as embarrassing as being raised in an old Santa Anna land grant Texas family and having to admit this out loud. Now I have been to Baltimore, seen where I lived the first month of my life, and eaten heavenly soft shelled crabs there. Baltimore really seems like a lovely city. It is just the principle...a true Texan should be born somewhere within the confines of the state. I guess I have "overcompensated" for this unfortunate turn of events all my life.
Luckily, my mother had the decency to drag me back in November 1956 to Texas, where there was a welcome home party and I was formally named by my great grandfather "Laura Belle." (Supposedly in Spanish this means "beautiful flower.") It is family legend that we arrived in Love Field (a local airport in Dallas) in the middle of a gathering storm that brought tornados within hours of my arrival, and while he was alive my grandfather never let me forget it. When happy I was his "bouncy little twister", when angry I became his "tornado hellion." I believe in signs in life, and being likened to weather conditions has stuck on me since birth. No wonder I am sometimes considered a force of nature.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Now that the alter posts are finished, I thought about what next to write about, and decided that since I am turning 50 years old on October 5th I would write a story from every year of my life every day for the 50 days leading up to my birthday. Checked the calendar, and that would actually start on Thursday of this week. I think I can remember one story for each year, ones I was told for the first few then remembered from then on. We shall see what interesting things develop. So I am off to throw myself across my bed and maybe have another good cry. I don't know what for, but I am sure to think of something (LOL)
Thursday, August 10, 2006
And so here is my little traveling alter by
Enedina, cleaned and ready to be restocked for another year. It should be interesting to find what new things come this year to find a home here.
To everyone who has been reading this I hope this inspires you to think of what is important in your own lives, and take a minute or two to focus your own intentions. And to all my friends know I do indeed love you all, and thank you for what you have given me and taught me in this life.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to the news from Great Britain. A massive terrorist plot using air travel as weapons foiled overnight. Genie greeted me this morning with the news, and told me she is convinced these feelings I was having obviously were premonition of some sort. All I know is this morning I feel relieved, like a great weight has been lifted.
Now, tie this in with something that has been in my life so long I hardly even think about it anymore. Airplane Crash dreams. It is a well documented fact (Judy, Roger.. I know you remember I do this) that when I dream of an airplane crash, a major one does within days of the dream. For years we marveled at this as a funny coincidence, but now, taking everything into consideration, maybe it is more than that. Am I somehow hooked into the general consciousness around air flight danger and being given premonitions around it? Just to write this sounds vaguely paranoid and "get out the aluminum beanie" kinda strange, but I am left this morning to wonder about this. Maybe there are people that are like "canaries in a cage" who sense these things coming. All I know is this morning I am grateful and relieved on some primal level. And left with more questions then answers. Just a typical day in the life of Laura Belle.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The movie was not as horrible emotionally as I thought it would be, it was actually interesting and uplifting in it's own way. I guess it was because it dealt with two survivors and their stories. I found I was much less traumatized by this movie than I was with the opening of Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 9/11." I will always remember that opening, black movie screen with only the noises of 9-11 to suggest the day. So very powerful, much so I thought than actual footage that we had all seen a million times. I could hear people "sniffing" around me today, but generally at the footage that depicted the men thinking and talking about their families while trapped. It is classic Oliver Stone, so there is some pretty graphic violence. But heck, it is 9-11 depicted after all, can't get much more violent than the real thing.
Would I recommend this movie? I don't know. I can't imagine it would have as much impact as a rental, but I would suggest paying matinee price for it.
My memory of the day of 9-11-2001 started in bed. I was living in San Antonio, Texas. I remember hearing the phone ring, and ignoring it, snuggling back down to sleep. Anyone that knows me even in the slightest knows I am not conscious until 9 am, and would never call me, so I ignored that ring. Then another ring, I remember being irked at this point as I struggled to continue to snooze. The third ring woke me up immediately, as I knew it had to be something serious for someone to be so insistent. I answered and it was my friend Roger, calling from New York City.
"Laura, I am OK" he said, "But the phone lines may go down here. I can't get through to my Mom, would you call and make sure she knows I am OK?"
I struggled to follow his rapid fire statement, and sleepily said "Of course you are OK. Why all the drama?"
"You don't know?" was his answer, "You may not want to turn on your television set." He then he went on to fill me in quickly on what was happening in the city.
I am a pretty sharp knife, I generally "get" what I am told rapidly, but I struggled with the reality of what he was saying for a full two or three minutes. I don't ever recall being as confused by information in my life, like my brain could not conceive or comprehend the situation. Like I was still dreaming. If it had been someone else, I would have immediately thought it was a joke, but Roger has been my friend far too long for me not to know his voice when he is completely serious.
And so began the worst day of our collective lives.
Every minute for weeks came one horrible image and realization after another. Worrying about friends I knew in New York. Waiting with the rest of America for survivors, remembering when Genie carefully explained to me through her "ant/ bowling ball analogy" why there wouldn't be any. The silence of the skies, the strange "otherworldly feeling" normal daily activities took on. And most of all the fear that settled over everyone like a thick blanket of ash from the burning rubble.
Life does indeed go on. After weeks of thinking I would never laugh again, I did. But the fear planted like a seed in everyone took root, and our future as a country turned on this dime. Compassion and love for humanity drowned by this fear has led us to today. "An eye for an eye" leaves everyone blind, and that is where we find ourselves as a country now. But I do have hope and faith in people. That this too shall pass and this country will turn back on those that have manipulated this fear for their own gain and demand accountability for their actions. Find them to be the true traitors to this country they are, instead of the grinning good ole boys they play on television. And it is my hope that I see it in my lifetime.
|You Are a Dreaming Soul|
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult without inspiration.
You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I liked this tiny little glassed in gold Buddha charm the first time I saw it jumbled in a huge lot of old jewelry. Very delicate, I was wearing it when Mom died to give me the quiet strength to deal with my family members in compassion. Since then I haven't worn it, and it remains on my alter in some ways to remind me of the experience of Mom's death, and the peaceful state of release and peace.
Monday, August 07, 2006
This little statue of Kwan Yin has been with me for a long time, on many alters. She is worshipped by Asian Buddhists, usually depicted as female. Known as a Goddess of Mercy and Compassion, the name Kuan Yin is short for Kuan-shih Yin which means "Observing the Sounds of the World." She, of course, is one of many representations of feminine divinity on my alter, but she is also a reminder to me to step outside my limited view and see other views with compassion as well. That truth is sometimes mutable, no one view owns it in entirety.
Known as the "Little Flower", I found this antique icon of Saint Therese many years ago. She is framed in a beautiful old marbleized plastic frame with bubble front. In some ways she does represent perfect faith to me with her message of simplicity and unfaltering love. She is represented on my alter since she is the patron saint of those who suffer, especially those with AIDS. I have lost many people I have loved to this disease and remember them all with this icon. But most especially Marty and Howard, who make such impacts on my own life still and who I miss everyday. Never to be forgotten.
"For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy."
- Saint Therese of Lisieux
Sunday, August 06, 2006
She did find as a "man" she was taken more seriously in work situations, no surprise there. But what was really interesting to me was her take on "dating" as a man and men's views on sex in general. If you ever were curious in just what a seedy strip club is like to experience as a man, this is definitely the account to read. And when she describes meeting and dating women it is almost a shameful take on how women preconceive "manhood" and project their own issues on men almost immediately in a dating situation. A very interesting view of women's behavior from the perspective of the "other." I would recommend it.
I've always appreciated the allure of oriental hand fans, from a very young age collected and decorated with them. I have even depicted them in paintings, and generally they represent me in the composition. I especially like antique or old ones, and during my stay in Illinois my nieces noticed all the old ones I kept from auctions and decorated with. The small round silk fan they found for me on a trip to Disneyland, and they returned home so excited they actually found someone to write my name on it in Chinese as well. Just the perfect size for my alter, this fan actually represents the three of them to me.
The other tiny oriental folding fan was one I found in a box of old memorabilia during my auction years, and it was so tiny and perfect I kept it for my alter as well. Generally it just reminds me of my younger self, fascinated with oriental fans, thinking they were mysterious and beautiful.
The Student Dyke
The Femme Fatale
The Sprightly Elfin Femme
The Quasi-Gothic Femme
The Pretty-Boi Dyke
The Surprise! Dyke
The Bohemian Dyke
The Hipster Dyke
The Granola Dyke
The Vaginal-Reference-Making Dyke
The Little-Boy Dyke
The Magic Earring Ken Dyke
What Type of Lesbian Are You?
I took this test on a dare from a friend, and I do find it rather amusing. I would never consider myself a "Femme Fatale", but this limited test did. Story of my life almost, The High Priestess and the Femme Fatale. No middle ground I guess. Maybe that would be a good thing, because I suspect the middle ground would make me Betty Crocker.
Oh Jackie! I will never forget this little Buddha icon, or how you smuggled it out of Indonesia on your first trip there for my alter. Even today I think I should do the right thing and wrap it up to send it back to the government there anonymously. (LOL) It has been with me all these years and remains on my alter to remind me of bold action and the love of my friend and fellow food whore. :)
Saturday, August 05, 2006
exception. Two hearts given to me on two different Valentine's days by two people I know love me. The larger red carved Jasper stone heart given by my friend Wade when I was having a very difficult year on that year's Valentine's Day, it came when least expected and most needed.
The small cast Thomas Mann metal heart came to me this year from Rachael, who gave me a pair of earrings I will always wear and cherish, with this heart included because that were a Valentine's gift.
To me these hearts represent the love I have had in great abundance in my life. A reminder to be honored and grateful for for every bit I have, and continue to, experience.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Farewell Friend. >>sniff<<
- Laura Belle
- Curious are we? I guess you are if you are looking at this. Or perhaps you saw me giggling in some dark corner. Yes, I really laugh a lot. Wish I had a nickel for every time I've been asked that online. Irony is everywhere and most things considered serious are the things I laugh at the most. I believe in life the only truth is unconditional love, all else is vanity. Search and you will find me. In the National Archive of Newspapers. Looking over the produce at Piggly Wiggly. In a gallery or gift store near you. Standing behind you in line at the post office. You never know when I'll ask you "Can you help me start my car ?...I have jumper cables." You probably know me already, you just haven't MET me yet.
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- (15) October 5,1970 "Smileys" R Us
- (14) October 5, 1969 Day-Glow a Go-Go
- I've been there!
- (13) October 5, 1968 My Private Revolution
- Checking in
- (12) October 5, 1967 The Year I was a "Jock"
- (11) October 5, 1966 Boots a "Go-Go"
- (10) October 5, 1965 Queen of the Weenie Mobile
- I can never get enough of these Internet Tests...
- (9) October 5, 1964 Mr. Peppermint is cooler than ...
- For the "Only In TEXAS" File
- (8) October 5, 1963 Through the eyes of a child......
- 100th Blog Post
- And yet another Art Quiz
- (7) October 5, 1962 "POP" goes the Sinclair Dinosa...
- I am still a non-smoker today. :)
- Mom,It only costs 50 cents !!!
- (6) October 5, 1961 Barbie Shoes
- Yet another Internet Test..
- (5) October 5, 1960 Magical Thinking
- (4) October 5, 1959 In Search of the "Outie"
- My Mood Today
- (3) October 5, 1958 Fear? What's that?
- Get thee behind me SATAN....
- Dosha Personality Test
- (2) October 5,1957 Walking with Snerdly
- It's been a year...
- (1) October 5,1956 Baltimore Maryland
- Dragging through Computer HELL
- Blogger Baby Milestone
- ** FINIS **
- Artist Alter of Intention : (34) Antique Silver Do...
- Artist Alter of Intention : (33) Tibetan Mala Pray...
- A "Stranger than Fiction" Reality Moment
- World Trade Center: The Movie
- Hmmm....Wonder who sent this ???
- Demons BE GONE
- And yet another Internet Test :
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- Another Quote: Neruda
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- Seeing through future eyes tonight...
- Artist Alter of Intention : (28) Kuan Yin
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- What I am Reading: "Self Made Man" by Norah Vincen...
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- Artist Alter of Intention : (25) Tiny Oriental Fan...
- Another day, another Internet TEST
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- Artist Alter of Intention : (23) Vintage Jewish Me...
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- Artist Alter of Intention : (21) Valentine Hearts
- The Final Send Off
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