Friday, July 20, 2012



Who can guess what i am watching now :P?

U have got to be kidding me!!!!!, IM WATCHING THAT TOO!!! :D

"I am not young enough to know everything."
~Oscar Wilde~

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Monday, July 16, 2012


see this link too

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Friday, July 13, 2012


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"Great accomplishments often have bumpy starts. 
Henry Ford did not include a reverse gear on his first car."

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In investigating the validity of the above factoid about the first car Henry Ford invented, I discovered that it also lacked brakes!!  Furthermore, I came upon this article which recounts yet another amusing snafu:

"Oops! - Ford completed his first car at 2 AM on the morning of June 6, 1896. Unfortunately the car was wider than the door to the shed in which it was assembled. It took an hour to knock bricks from the door frame and make a hole large enough for the car - it was then successfully road tested."

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Oh my goodness, that anecdote has just brought to mind a funny story from my own family.  My mother told me that when my two sisters and I were children, our dad got up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve so he could assemble one of the toys that Santa was going to leave for us.  Putting the toy together (I can't recall exactly what it was) was a long and arduous process, to say the least.  When he finally finished, he went to take said instrument of torture (I mean, toy) into our family room where Santa was to leave our gifts, and thereupon realized it was too large to fit through the door of his bedroom.  He became so exasperated that he tore the confounded plaything apart and got rid of it altogether! ☺

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Thursday, July 12, 2012


First of all, here are a couple of very interesting videos on the topics of pointe shoes and tutus...

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And here are some fun articles about Megan Fairchild and Andrew Veyette...

Megan's bio

Andrew's bio

The New York Times: Megan & Andrew marry

Westchester Magazine: "High Note: New York City Ballet Principals Megan Fairchild and Andrew Veyette Marry"

The New York Post: "Dancing to Domesticity"

Ballet News: "Cupcakes and Conversation with Megan Fairchild"

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Aaaaaand, Megan's brother, Robert, is also a member of the New York City Ballet.  A brief interview with the siblings begins at minute 1:40 of this video ☺.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2012


"art for art's sake"

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Sunday, July 8, 2012


Well, the audio in the first video is better, but the second one--what a bizarre set.  Who would wear a formal suit in a place like that?  Not the mannequins, I mean other customers, because they're all naked as jaybirds.  And I suppose no one has used the pool table in quite a while because there's grass growing on it.  Hmmm, which video to choose?  I'll just post both...

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Thursday, July 5, 2012


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"And it was very strange,
but it was impossibly beautiful."

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012


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Sunday, July 1, 2012



The Ballad of Camden Town

I walked with Maisie long years back
The streets of Camden Town,
I splendid in my suit of black,
And she divine in brown.

Hers was a proud and noble face,
A secret heart, and eyes
Like water in a lonely place
Beneath unclouded skies.

A bed, a chest, a faded mat,
And broken chairs a few,
Were all we had to grace our flat
In Hazel Avenue.

But I could walk to Hampstead Heath,
And crown her head with daisies,
And watch the streaming world beneath,
And men with other Maisies.

When I was ill and she was pale
And empty stood our store,
She left the latchkey on its nail,
And saw me nevermore.

Perhaps she cast herself away
Lest both of us should drown:
Perhaps she feared to die, as they
Who die in Camden Town.

What came of her?  The bitter nights
Destroy the rose and lily,
And souls are lost among the lights
Of painted Piccadilly.

What came of her?  The river flows
So deep and wide and stilly,
And waits to catch the fallen rose
And clasp the broken lily.

I dream she dwells in London still
And breathes the evening air,
And often walk to Primrose Hill,
And hope to meet her there.

Once more together we will live,
For I will find her yet:
I have so little to forgive;
So much, I can't forget.

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clouds are so freaking adorable, they just go around and pee everywhere

(via imgTumble)

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