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Ryan is taking me to the SF Ballet’s Nutcracker on Thursday! I’m so excited!
The disappearance of a cat is a good omen,
He said when she told him that hers was missing
A week after moving into her new house.
Cats in captivity violate the natural order,
He said. They should be out prowling, left
To fend for themselves in the streets and alleys
Of cities whose night life depends on them,
Of having them in the picture along with a cigarette,
A lamppost, the lid of an aluminum garbage can,
A police siren, an off-duty nightclub dancer
In a flimsy frock, with a run
In her nylons. A searchlight, a spotlight.
Strapless. The theater poster on the wall.
Considering my fiance and two of my best friends worked there so long, it is so strange to me that Myspace just shut down Imeem. Goodbye Imeem.
“(CNN) — The Senate on Tuesday rejected an amendment to tighten restrictions on federal funding for abortion in the health care bill.
On a 54-45 vote, the chamber agreed to table the amendment, which effectively killed it from further consideration.
Rejection of the amendment means the Senate health bill, if approved with the current abortion language, would differ from more restrictive language in the House version passed last month.”
Yaaay! What a win for women’s rights. Let’s hope it stays this way.
tktc:
Quakers: We do civil rights like we do oats. Right.
Awesome.
Just mentioned this to Adam… a lot of out there are passively pro gay rights, but what if we couldn’t get married until everyone else could? We’d all fight a lot harder - AND WE SHOULD!
Beautiful.
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Ryan is taking me to the SF Ballet’s Nutcracker on Thursday! I’m so excited!
(via xtalcase)
Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard, I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
