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| I feel like a village woman
washing my clothes in a porcelain river
the stains don't come out,
and here I am thinking
maybe
I'll be a medicine woman | | |
| (((Sometimes I feel like a whisk has been put to my brain. ~ ))))
My lady can sleep from "The Spice-Box of Earth" by Leonard Cohen
My lady can sleep
Upon a handkerchief
Or if it be Fall
Upon a fallen leaf.
I have seen the hunters
kneel before her hem
Even in her sleep
She turns away from them.
The only gift they offer
Is their abiding grief
I pull out my pockets
For a handkerchief or leaf.
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| I have somehow survived my first semester of college in a haze of working and doing things at the last minute. Feel like I blinked and the year has gone by. A whirl of coughing, chainsmoking, pepper sandwiches and CPT. | | |
| av·a·tar /ˈævəˌtɑr, ˌævəˈtɑr/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[av-uh-tahr, av-uh-tahr] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. Hindu Mythology. the descent of a deity to the earth in an incarnate form or some manifest shape; the incarnation of a god.
2. an embodiment or personification, as of a principle, attitude, or view of life. | | |
| As of December 1, 2009 VA's smoking ban in all restaurants and bars becomes active. Sure, to non-smokers this is a victory, you don't have to smell that terrible dusky scent on the way to the bathroom, and if you're at a Waffle House you're in the clear. What about the multitude of smokers clamoring outside the establishment in Virginia's temperamental weather, huddling together over their smoker-bond,? doesn't that look less professional and comfortable than being able to enjoy a cigarette, that taxes are already increasing for, in a place you're paying to eat? Sure, some people may have babies and allergies, but couldn't all restaurants just be like IHOP, with barriers? If you're on the opposite side of the establishment, and all you have to worry about is smoke on the way to the bathroom, won't you survive? What about the employees at restaurants that aren't allowed to go outside? What about bars, and night clubs; a cigarette with your beer? Smoking is a choice that we all know often results in long and cancerous death, but smokers accept the continuously and suddenly rising prices, along with the knowledge of the consequences (it's written on your cigarette pack, on your Dutch Masters box, and on your single Black & Mild cigar. You know what you're getting into.)
Sometimes I forget that I smell like an ashtray to non-smokers, because I can't honestly detect the smell of smoke. But if I accept all of the things that come along with it, and don't blow my smoke in your face, why, for the love of god, can't I smoke inside?
Guess it's time to invest in an electric cigarette. Sound like a ploy . ? | | |
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