Lovers In A Wood by Moonlight, 1873 by John Atkinson Grimshaw
If Men Wrote Advice Columns
Q: My husband
continually asks me to perform oral sex on him.
A: Do it. Semen can
help you lose weight and gives a great glow to your skin. Interestingly, men
know this. His offer to allow you to perform oral sex on him is totally
selfless. This shows that he loves you. The best thing to do is to thank him by
performing it twice a day, then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband
doesn’t know where my clitoris is.
A: Your clit is of
no concern to your husband. If you must mess with it, do it in your own time,
or ask your best friend to help. You may wish to videotape yourself while doing
this and present it to your hubby as a birthday gift. To ease your selfish
guilt, perform oral sex on him and cook him a delicious meal.
Q: My husband has
too many nights out with the boys.
A: This is perfectly
natural behaviour and it should be encouraged. The man is a hunter and he needs
to prove his prowess with other men. A night out chasing young single girls is
a great stress relief and fosters in a more peaceful and relaxing home
environment. Remember, nothing can rekindle your relationship better than the
man being away for a day or two (its great time to clean the house too). Just
look at how emotional and happy he is when he returns to his stable home. The
best thing to do when he gets home is for you and your best friend to perform
oral sex on him. Then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband wants
a threesome with my best friend and me.
A: Obviously, your
husband can’t get enough of you! Knowing that there is only one of you he can
only settle for the next best thing - your best friend. Far from being an
issue, this can bring you closer together. Why not get some of your old college
roommates involved too? If you are still apprehensive, maybe you should let him
be with your friends without you. If you still aren’t sure then just perform
oral sex on him and cook him a nice meal while you think about it.
Q: My husband always has an orgasm then rolls over and goes to sleep without giving me one.
Q: My husband always has an orgasm then rolls over and goes to sleep without giving me one.
A: I’m not sure I
understand the problem. Perhaps you’ve forgotten to cook him a nice meal....
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Eric Lumiere with Jeff Morgan - In Memory of Lives Lost
My dear friend Eric and his high school mate Jeff wrote this song. It is a lovely song. Please hear it provided in the link at the end of this page. Many thanks for your time.
9 - 11 (In memory of 9. 11. 2001)
By
I first started
songwriting with Jeff Morgan in high school, before I knew how to play guitar
(I started in college). We wrote this song the day after the World Trade Center
attack, when I was 16 and Jeff was 14. I figured it's about time to share it
with the world, so I sat down yesterday after recording Jeff's guitar line and
produced the track until 4am this morning. I hope you enjoy it and can see the
perspective of learning and growing from all things. While such tragedy is
never necessary, it brought us together as a country and a species. We are all
human and we are all one. God Bless.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Today the sun came
down much to early
It asked the world
to open its eyes
The souls upon the
ground will be forever
They'll live each
day within our hearts
Chorus
This is what we call
a new beginning
Oh the day of 9-11
has left us spinning
And how we take this
pain, we take it together
And now it's time to
change for the better, for the better
Verse 2
Don't be afraid to
cry
Just let it go
Forgiveness is all
we need to move
And when we look
back, we look back upon this day
We will be thankful
for the lesson it has taught us
Chorus
This is what we call
a new beginning
Oh the day of 9-11
has left us spinning
And how we take this
pain, we take it together
And now it's time to
change for the better, for the better
Credits
Released 11
September 2011
Written by Eric Lumiere & Jeff Morgan.
Acoustic guitar played by Jeff Morgan.
All other instruments played by Eric Lumiere.
Produced & Mixed by Eric Lumiere.
You can hear the song on the link here -
Great British Fashion Stamps
In the end,
we are shaped
and fashioned
by what we love.
That is what defines us.
Who we are!
YET
it is not the clothes
that we wear
but
the personality
that lends us
the edge!
Lladró and Royal Albert and a Bit of History
The Royal Albert Lady Carlyle Montrose Vase, The Scientia from Lladró, and the limited edition votive from Lladró too, that sit primly in my bedroom, on top of the two hundred-year-old rosewood bookcase that belonged to my grandfather.
Waitrose Packaging
I LOVE nearly ALL of the Waitrose packaging design. Every label, irrespective of the product, is like owning the finest art. Here is one such example.
Gian Lorenzo Bernini - The Life
Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1598-1680) sculptor,
architect, painter and playwright was the most influential artist of
seventeenth-century Rome and indeed, one of the leading creative forces in
European art for most of that century. He is universally recognised as one of
the creators of the vastly popular Roman Baroque style, which was quickly
disseminated throughout all of Europe. His influence lasted well beyond his
death, and the popularity of his numerous works: fountains, statues, churches,
and public squares is today as great as it was during his own lifetime, if not
more so.
I am a great fan of Bernini, and this book that I am presently reading is fascinating.
The Woman In Black - 2012
I reckon it is now time to confess that the real reason our
family moved out from our house in Richmond Town was because we knew that we
were not the only ones inhabiting the place. As long as I remember, I
had always been acquainted with them right from the beginning and it was always
a comfort to have them around. Nevertheless, when I say that, it was
not that everything was hunky dory – they did provide their fair bit of
frightening us on more occasions than one. When my parents’ became aware of
them and decided to move out, I was crestfallen and much to the dismay of
everyone I received their pronouncement with great sadness. Perhaps this might startle
some, but I feel that when the parallel universe, as we customarily call them, begin
to grow fond of us, we form an inimical and yet an inseparable bond together.
For a long time after we left home we knew that we were never
alone, and so in order not to offend them, I refrained myself from watching,
reading or even discussing anything regarding the topic until I found myself
nearly beckoned (twenty years hence) by something deeply instinctive to watch
The Woman In Black.
It is not astonishing to become aware that it has been the
highest grossing film of the year 2012 so far. On a wider platform, the art of
playing on fear is what rings in the cash registers, but for those who have
gone through anything, however remote it may be, will tell you that they never
scare the wits out of you unless their intent is such. I say so with such confidence
because they troubled us less; were on friendly terms, yet I cannot but help
imagine the dread of those who happen to be in their path of wrath. Right from
the start it was lovely to witness Daniel Radcliffe delivering a stoic, and yet
stellar performance, as the young Arthur Kipp, an inexperienced London
solicitor who is dispatched right at the start to a swampy coastal area of the
Midlands to settle the affairs of a recently deceased widow. We learn that he
loses his wife at childbirth and bears the misfortune via his watery light haunting
eyes throughout the journey although one can assume that it is merely a figment
of his imagination that she periodically hovers around him. Puzzlingly, the
peasants treat Arthur with unexplained hostility, accusing him in instances for
having brought about the bad luck upon them by venturing into the house that is
a curse to their villages. Arthur finds in Mr Daily (who drives around a Silver
Ghost Rolls Royce) somewhat of a protector than a mere friend and an
intelligent and somewhat lost Mrs Daily is shown scrawling images, she claims,
the deceased communicate through her. I know cynics might consider such a
notion rather ridiculous, but the fact remains that indeed there are many
things in this world that we think reason and science might explain, but like
everything else they too fall short due to their limited capability and
capacity to prove. What survives ultimately is the belief and the faith that
life other than ours exists alongside us and the sooner we begin to accept it,
the better it is for our wellbeing.
Without giving away more, I would like to throw light upon how
Arthur spends the night at the gothic mansion with cobwebs on the chandeliers as
the things go bump in the night in the company of a chair that rocks, the
stairs that creak, the toys that begin movement and how once in a way, he sees a
face in the windows. If you are looking for meaningless blood and gore, as one
would expect from a movie made in America, refrain yourself from knocking on
this door. This is a story, depending on the level of ones tolerance that could
either creep you, or calm you.
The script by Jane Goldman is handsome in taking you along
the successfully long and wordless interludes. Direction by James Watkins is effective
as it veers you along the meandering hallways that seem alive with rasping and
murmuring. The director of photography Tim Maurice-Jones does not paint the
screen red but daubs it with a fine chromatic contrast with the assistance of a
white, black, dun brown and grey palette. The editing by Jon Harris makes sure
that something wicked arrives in every frame, but rather subtly and slowly, and
at times not without an element of disturbing effectiveness. The music by Marco
Beltrami is best suited to the setting – eerily soothing.
Many actors rely on dashing heroics to drive their point,
while my belief is that it is only the confident that leave it to their eyes which
Daniel delivers with utmost deftness. I have read critics making meaningless comparisons
to his present character with that of Harry Potter. I don’t know really what to
make of it other than saying it most blatantly that perhaps it is the inadequacy
of their limitations that are prodding them to draw such childish conclusions
rather than giving the kid, who is now all grown up, his deserved due.
Water Lily In My Garden
Saw this blooming water lily in my garden this morning. Captured it on my iPhone and sharing my joy with everyone as the words of William Wordsworth from the lines that he wrote in the early spring of 1798 flashed in my mind - 'This my faith that every flower. Enjoys the air it breathes!
SCIENTIA By Lladró
This is what happens when you discover Instagram - you begin to 'see art' in art.
Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.
These are
photographs I captured of one of my favourites, the SCIENTIA by Lladró. When I set my eyes on it the
first time it reminded me of the Thinker by Auguste Rodin. Clearly, I, or anyone for that matter cannot imagine
myself owning the real one by Rodin, (of whom I am an ardent admirer). And since I am
not into collecting replicas, I decided that the SCIENTIA, which represents the mind and the reason that guides man in search of knowledge, and helps him achieve wisdom, juxtaposed with the essential formulas of physics
and mathematics was what it was going to be. This marvellous piece has been sculpted by master sculptor Ernest Massuet.
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