July 20th, 2008
(no subject) @ 12:08 am
gutentag1:
Charity-Shooting: Where Diamonds meet Music Starfotograf Olaf Heine fotografiert Deutschlands Musikerszene/ Nena verrät ihr Stil-Geheimnis Hamburg (ots) - - Querverweis: Bildmaterial wird über obs versandt und ist abrufbar unter http://www.presseportal.de/galerie.htx?type=obs - Nena, Rea Garvey, Revolverheld, Ina Müller, Mimi Müller-Westernhagen, Monrose, Wolfgang Niedecken, LaFee, Jenniffer Kae und Kate & Ben - sie alle haben beim großen Charity-Fotoshooting von GALA mitgemacht. Starfotograf Olaf Heine hat Deutschlands Musikgrößen mit Mode internationaler Designer und Schmuckstücken von Tiffany & Co. für die aktuelle GALA (EVT 10. Juli 2008) eindrucksvoll in Szene gesetzt. Das Resultat dieses Shootings sind imposante Fotos und interessante Einblicke in das Modeleben deutscher Musiker. So verrät Nena im GALA-Interview ihr Stil-Geheimnis: "Ich achte auf mein Wohlbefinden. Es ist wichtig für mich, meine Kleidung entsprechend meinem jeweiligen Tagesgefühl auszusuchen und mich darin frei zu fühlen." Welches Kleidungsstück ihrer Meinung nach am meisten überschätzt wird? "Unterwäsche", so die Künstlerin. Die Besonderheit des GALA-Shootings: Die Porträts werden über das Internet-Auktionshaus Ebay für einen guten Zweck versteigert. Der Erlös kommt der Organisation Dunkelziffer e.V. zugute, die sich für sexuell missbrauchte Kinder einsetzt. Das Foto von Nena aus dem aktuellen Charity-Shooting mit Bezug auf die Meldung, Nennung der Quelle "Gala/Olaf Heine" sowie Hinweis auf Nenas Modelabel "The Laugh+Peas Company" kann kostenfrei abgedruckt werden.
Well, I guess she's kind of right! ROFL... They are really overrated!
The photos will be up for auction on Ebay and the proceeds go to charity (to help sexually abused children)... at least I think that's what it says... I'll actually do a translation later. Link to article: http://www.presseportal.ch/de/pm/100014862/100565566/gruner_jahr_gala
(no subject) @ 12:25 am
ladamlover:
The restaurant manager is a bitch. Ok, I wear...excessive amounts of bandages on my hands at work. I JUST DO, don't ask lol It's all part of the anxiety. I was putting them on before my shift and she walks into the break room and goes "You can't work like that!" (I have been for 2 months, sweetcheeks.) So ask her what she wants me to do. She never answers. I was ready to say "fine" and get back in my car. Mostly because I've never liked her in the first place. I'm so tired of being anxious everyday of my life. I can hardly function anymore without weird habits which make me look like a nut. *sigh* FUCK IT, I REFUSE TO NOT BE A BIT CHEERFUL. ( Why Kaizers Wins At Life or A Selection of Kaizer Clips I Love and You Should Too )I'm such a fangirl.
(no subject) @ 11:50 pm
gutentag1:
Remodeled club says Nena has promised to perform at it.
(no subject) @ 03:54 pm
fuvenusrs:
The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to obedience and warmth.
In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.
You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.
In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.
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And here's me thinking that the key to my heart was chocolate, good music, and the ability to match me snark for snark while making as many jokes about people's mums as humanly possible? Ugh. I still have emotional backwash from Wednesday. It's a bit of a bugger because I have to actively put a filter on things that I'm thinking and feeling and decide whether or not they're actually what I'm feeling properly, or if they're just a reaction to the lack of serotonin I'm still going through. (Did I mention exactly how caned I was? Not so much caned as Oh My.) Still, there are a lot of things that are being brought to my attention that I wasn't exactly aware of, which if I'm still thinking about them the same way in a couple of weeks, will need to be dealt with, which is not something I'm looking forward to, but if it is a real thing, then it's for the best. (Cryptic, no?) Last night was one of the quietest Atomics ever. I think the entire night we had maybe 400-500 people through? Which for an atomic is REALLY FUCKING QUIET. however the people that we did have through were quite nice (apart from that stupid bitch who was having a cry because I wouldn't let her put 2 items on the same hanger, and then had the nerve to ask me if I was really going to be that anal about doing my job. I don't come to your work and tell you how to suck cock, don't tell me how to do my job. Grrr.) and a few people forgot to collect their change from me, which meant that I got about $28.00 in tips at the end of the night. Boo ya bitches. Penny's making green tea icecream. I had to separate an egg for her, and when I got eff white all over my fingertips I looked at her and said "He told me he loved me", because you have to have that little bit of Oh Dear God Wrong in your Sunday. And now, homework.
July 19th, 2008
The Seven Year Hiatus @ 11:15 pm
nymphie:
So today was my first regatta in seven years. I definitely felt the "you haven't done this in a while" feeling in the pit of my stomach, where all rowing pains come from. There were five boats in our race. We physically pushed past the line .1 seconds before the Miami Rowing Club, but due to handicaps, the technically beat us by 2 seconds. But heck, silver medals for my first race back are just fine. I'd do many races for Rollins where we'd end up medaless. So to see everyone on my team with a medal, that was a good thing for me. The regatta in a bullet list: Saw a jelly fish. Saw two dolphins. A sculler flipped her boat, got back in, flipped again. Our novice women's eight caught two crabs. Poor girls! One of our rowers fell off the dock helping Laura in her boat. The arm on the bridge got stuck, backing up traffic. The regatta was 45 min. behind by my race. The cops chased down the official's launch and made them drive back to the boathouse to show their regatta permit, stalling the race 30 min. longer. While we were out at the starting line waiting to row, a sailboat flipped. Meanwhile, Miami's eight had the right idea by rowing to shore and sitting under the trees in the shade, while we waited.
I can't help but feel that 2 seconds was my fault, needing to get whipped back into shape. But there's always a next time. I was glad to see that racing is still fun.
Despite my slatherings of sunscreen, I still got burnt. But not just on my shoulders and forehead. I didn't bring my shoes in the boat. At Rollins people were assigned to collect them and bring them to you when you docked. All these little subtleties you figure out along the way. So when we took our boat back to its slings, we had to walk about 50 yards across the black asphalt that had been baking under the cloudless sky for 4 hours. I don't say the f- word often. Actually it was bad enough I had to abandon the boat, which I only did when one of the rowers said, "We got it, go." Immediately following I was thrown a waterbottle and then I went down to the water to join the other rowers in my boat that were barefoot as we soaked our feet trying not to get cut by the oyster shells.
My flip flops were still on the dock, also hot, so one of the shoed rowers fetched them for me. Then we stuck our feet in the melting water of the ice chest until our calves went numb. They didn't blister, but they're about as red as my shoulders and feel about as burnt. I can walk on them at least with only mild discomfort. I asked Jared to put some Burt's Bees Res-Q ointment on them when I got home.
On the car ride back, there was a guy that just started college at UCF (not sure why he didn't row with their team, but whatever.) He mentioned to me that his major was creative writing and when I said, "Oh! Just like my husband!" He said taken aback, "You're married? How old are you?" He was surprised when I told him I was almost 30. Yay! Of course a few more sunburns and I won't be able to keep fooling them so easily. I'd like to think I have all of my Grandfather's skin, which despite him being half German and half Scotch/Irish allows him to tan rather well with very minimal wrinkling, but I also don't want to take my chances.
Clutching my silver medal I learned two lessons that day on the bank:
Keep your flip flops in the boat. Wear a visor.
Well, I'm beat and I have to work tomorrow. Bed!
Steroid Use Banned on Race Horses @ 08:05 pm
Hush hush and rock. @ 06:52 pm
(no subject) @ 10:00 pm
stopple:
Brings my medicine down into myself - normal less than m.g. - tapping clearly rotating through area under cove - the repetition somehow still surprises How in the darkness I can see myself? Layers add to the repetition – not give new one - what syncopated attitudes will draw upon next? Much of the same is therapeutic to the point of nausea How many times can emphasize different aspects of the same? Low frequencies aid in changing acceleration's interplay - repetition becomes echo - voice inside sings to myself - washes away to lateral movements - new not always the same street traffic and doorbells manifest density - deep drones speak to me - only human voice amongst me takes a message: ballet canceled this and every stop inaugurate only with thine eyes stop dance towards new grid lines without fear stop easterlies bring whiffs of atomic times leveled out for me equalized in a way which strengthens the normal my mattress of bees covers blazing bunks reachable only through wobbling halls bit-mapped wood paneling of guests' quarters peels enough to reveal distant fumes – smiling equipment seems sensitive enough to still notice. Smoke drives out neon restructuring to be the key for both and me traffic silent among constant din what captures breath never can life give again - only can it show for all to see So cover my eyes with my skin. let my tears fall to my ear. You cannot walk here when I leave. Only will my steps resound – force of heel on leaves leads into light for an imperceptible instant. I cannot tell which one I am. Special tonight was stew, but only now it is run out.
And out saturday night fun is thanks to one such ManicPop @ 06:05 pm
lakritze:
MM and I are copying Anthony. We are going to the Valley drive-in to watch Wall-E and Iron Man! Must collect the junk food...pistachios, raspberries. Okay, not really junk food, but we are going to the DQ while down in the south end as there seem to be none in Seattle. (and Megan---we are totally going to the one you worked at. memories...)
Wie geht's? @ 06:01 pm
superigel:
Guten Abend! Oder Guten tag! Oder morgen. Guten Morgen! Schalfst du jetzt? Gute Nacht! Hallo! ...
(no subject) @ 05:43 pm
pinkvinylangel:
Current Mood:  contemplative
I keep checking in on lj for Avatar: TLA stuff. You know, it's sad that tonight the show comes to an end. I feel a bit like I did knowing the end of Xena was coming.
lirren:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY

TO YOU!It was your birthday today? I didn't have you on my list, so I didn't know. :( I hope you had an absolutely fantastic day though!!
Holy Gods in Hades @ 07:22 pm
sunkisseddruid:
"Ask your dad how many cherry trees he's chopped down!" I love when my Baby gets drunk. :) He was so drunk. He makes me laugh more than usual, and it is a blessing. He flip-flopped on his emotions today on the phone, and it worries me ..... makes me paranoid. I guess I am worrying for no reason .... alcohol does make people act strange. I just wonder if his grandfather will come to him in a dream again tonight .... he did the other night ... Mr. Lenton was a really good man ... I could tell that though I only had the honor of knowing him a short few weeks before he passed away into the OtherWorld. I told Christopher that yesterday morning while we discussed his grandfather .... that I believe Mr. Lenton and my Great-Aunt Sarah are the two keeping us together. I talk to God through the two of them .... that is how my messages get across .... At least, so I believe. I'm looking through Celtic design tattoos, trying to kill time, debating on going outside and smoking a cigarette. I hate being "in the city." I don't feel comfortable or happy. I feel misplaced, forgotten, hated.
It's not news to say that men and women are different. These differences are highlighted in the context of relationships. We often admire and get excited about those differences in the opposite sex. Then we get married and the man of steel is perplexed by the princess with glass shoes.
Most of us generally get married because we want to be loved (and we want to love someone else… but mostly we want to be loved). Men and women experience this need for love in different ways. In general men are like superheroes. We're generally misperceived as wanting to be the king of everything so that we can control everything (our natural tendency towards remote controls only helps to solidify this misperception). Most men don't want to be the king of the world (although it would be a cool job) but we do want our wives to see us as Superman. Men have an ingrained need and desire for our wives to see and treat us as invincible, capable men of steel. Of course, we know that we're not and we know that our wives know that we are not but still we want them to see us this way. It doesn't make sense but we're just wired this way. The approval and support of our wives communicates love to us. Husbands need their wives to believe in them. We often get angry, defensive, or hurt when someone points out our faults and when our weaknesses are pointed out to others we feel judged and criticized. Men are more project and task oriented than women and get identity from what they do. This isn't just limited to work but often includes work/career and because of this, some men get a lot of emotional needs met at work. Because this is so strongly ingrained in our being, men will naturally spend more time and attention where their abilities and strengths are recognized and admired. What we do was never intended to define who we are, it was designed to give some purpose and meaning, but we take it too far when we let it become our identity. This is also one of the reasons why husbands try to fix their wives' problems rather than just listening to them. It is ingrained in men to tackle problems and see results. It is not that most men see their wives as incapable or helpless, it is just built into men to fix problems so they do this (unaware that they come off insensitive or criticizing how the wife handled the situation). Superman is supposed to rescue Lois Lane and save the world. Men are under the false impression that Lois needs to be rescued.
Identity is important to men of steel, especially their secret identity. They don't usually want others to see or point out their weaknesses for fear they will use it against them. This is especially true at home. Home should be their fortress, a safe place to let down all of those superhero defenses. When they get attacked at home (whether they are guilty or not) they find it hard to open up. Men of steel are, after all, only steel on the outside, the bullets bounce off (or so they want you to think) while on the inside they are hurt and wounded by the bullets. Wives often comment that husbands don't share their emotions, don't open up, and won't be vulnerable. Letting others see that secret identity (emotion) would let others see their weak spots. Bullets bounce off the man of steel but kryptonite is deadly. Any true superman aficionado knows that kryptonite is from his home planet of krypton and is the one element that kills superman. It is on the home front that men can be hurt the most. Men don't communicate this much because it makes them vulnerable and they don't usually say it in these terms.
Wives, who see them for who they really are, hold the power to build them up or tear them down. It is not limited to the blatant comments that a wife doesn't respect her husband or listing off everything that he has done wrong, it is also the indirect comments that he doesn't measure up, "it's not the way so and so's husband is", or "the tires on the car look low". A man's home should be his secure fortress away from attacks and danger. Of course, because men don't communicate this well when they feel attacked, they don't address the real issue but rather lash out or shut down.
Along comes Cinderella. Just as men have this deeply seated need to have the support and respect of their wives, wives have a strong need for their husbands to pick them first, the shoe is only supposed to fit one woman.
In general, women want and need their man to put them first above everything else. This doesn't mean that the husband has to quit his job, sell the boat, give up hunting, or never watch another football game but it does mean that wives want their husbands to be willing to do that. Most men would give their lives for their wives. They would take a bullet to save them (being superman they can do this) but they're not always that willing to take out the trash.
Wives need to know that their husbands choose them on a daily basis. This is communicated in a variety of ways: when a husband takes the time to listen to how his wife's day has been, when he puts her needs or desires before his own agenda, when he takes the time to find the beauty in his wife and let her know that he sees that. When a husband finds time for everything, except the one thing that his wife has been asking him to fix for six months, she feels 10th on his list not first. Because women tend to be more relational, they are looking to connect on more than just a physical or task oriented level. Wives want to know that their husbands see them and value them for who they really are. Can he see me and treasure me for who I am, not just for what I do. Superman is physical and communicates on a physical level while Cinderella needs to connect on a relational level to feel loved.
In Superman language, he thinks this means sex but in Cinderella's language, it means connecting through quality time (actually talking while helping her wash the dishes). When a wife shares a struggle at work with her husband, she may not be looking for him to step in and fix her problem, she may just be looking to connect with him, to know that he is listening and that the problem is important to him because it is important to her.
Daidi inion ....
Forever
R&R is the worst shit ever... @ 04:08 pm
zerocoolphreak:
Current Mood:  sick
I have been throwing up all day.... this is by far the worst hangover I have ever had (minus headaches and all that other jazz). There's even a little bit of blood in my puke. It should have stopped by now, but it just keeps coming! I think that there could not possibly be anything left for me to throw up since I haven't eaten anything since last night, but I'm surprised every time when a considerable amount comes up. I think I might have to call or text Shannon to see if she can work for me tonight. It's 4 o clock now and I still do not feel better. I work at midnight tonight... I just don't think I will be able to do it. Maybe if I miraculously start to feel better and can squeeze in a nap or something. I'm even afraid to drink too much water cause I will probably just throw it up, but I'm slowly drinking more. I told Nathan he should bring me gatorade or something when he's done with band practice.
lydia is sitting beside me @ 05:52 pm
schatz:
on the bed, chewing on a cold wet washcloth. she's pretty good at it now. she's also learned how to log roll and almost took a spill off of the bed today. luckily I can still move fast enough even though my tailbone is messed up. it's her method of escape now. steal the toy from elyssa and roll away. sneaky baby. elyssa's cutting her last incisor now too. so much is happening to these little people.
America is all about choice! @ 06:41 pm
pisica:
You have one afternoon in Washington DC. You have already seen everything else you wanted to see. You now have the choice of seeing: - the Declaration of Independence in the rotunda of the National Archives; - a Jim Henson exhibit, complete with an original Kermit, at the Smithsonian. Poll #1226260 Washington DC poll
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllYou choose to visit:
(no subject) @ 03:00 pm
ladamlover:
My hair is fucking pink. I hate pink. This is annoying.
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