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Diane Arbus, 1970
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Saturday, August 2, 2014
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Full Wolf Moon
As we speak.
"The Wolf Moon is a name for the full moon that occurs in January. This name is popularly attributed to the Native Americans. According to popular culture this name was chosen because they heard hungry wolf packs howling outside the villages. This full moon is also known as the Old Moon or the Moon After Yule.
There is a great deal of variation in the moon names around the world, but it is likely that the link between January and the wolf stems from the Scottish Gaelic term Faoilleach and it was later mistakenly attributed to local tribes. While the Farmer's Almanac [1] attribute this to the Algonquin, the Algonquin name for that moon is squochee kesos or "sun has not strength to thaw".[2] The Sioux do mention wolves in their name for January, which means "when wolves run together".[3]
However, they also refer to that moons as the "moon of the strong cold"
or "frost in the teepee". Other tribes had different names for the
moons. [4]
Since the lunar month is roughly 29.53 days long on the average, the full moon dates shift from year to year."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolf_moon
http://www.die.net/moon/
http://www.wwu.edu/depts/skywise/indianmoons.html
T
Friday, January 25, 2013
Cherokee
Never knew love like this
The wind, moon, the earth, the sky
Sky so high
Never knew pain like this
Everything die, then die
Never knew love like this
The sun, the sea and I
Never knew pain, never knew shame
Now I know why
Bury me, marry me to the sky
Marry, marry me to the sky
Feels like time is on my time
Bury me upside down
Cherokee, kissing me
When I’m, I’m going down
Feels like time is on my time
Bury me upside down
Cherokee, kissing me
When I’m, I’m going down
Never knew love like this
The wind, moon, the earth, the sky
Sky so high
Never knew pain like this
Everything die, then die
Never knew love like this
The sun, the sea and I
Never knew pain, never knew shame
Now I know why
Bury me, marry me to the sky
Marry, marry me to the sky
Feels like time is on my time
Bury me upside down
Cherokee, kissing me
When I’m, I’m going down
Feels like time is on my time
Bury me upside down
Cherokee, kissing me
When I’m, I’m going down
Feels like time is on my time
Bury me upside down, down
Cherokee, kissing me
When I’m, I’m going down.
T
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The Rainbow Portrait

Elizabeth I: The Rainbow Portrait
Circa 1600, by Isaac Oliver
This portrait can be viewed at Hatfield House. Oliver was a pupil of Elizabeth's favorite court painter, Nicholas Hilliard, and the brother-in-law of Marcus Gheeraerts the Younger. Some historians have argued that Gheeraerts painted this portrait, but most favor Oliver.
Circa 1600, by Isaac Oliver
This portrait can be viewed at Hatfield House. Oliver was a pupil of Elizabeth's favorite court painter, Nicholas Hilliard, and the brother-in-law of Marcus Gheeraerts the Younger. Some historians have argued that Gheeraerts painted this portrait, but most favor Oliver.
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(My boyfriend's name is also Oliver.)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Alice Liddell
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tantra Song


"It was strange that such modern, occidental-looking patterns already existed in India during the 17th century, and they were so simple, so powerful, so quietly and naturally abstract, so near, as well, to my own field, which was already something like poetry. Poetry is so often like that, isn’t it? Playing with words, using words in such a natural abstract way.”
(Franck André Jamme, 1970)
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Gala and Salvador Dalí in a photo booth.
Gala Dalí was Salvador Dalí's most famous muse, the love of his life, his manager and his mentor. When Gala passed away in 1982, Dalí no longer would continue his art.
With this post, Tanialicious is officially back.
With this post, Tanialicious is officially back.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
Blue Wind
Jantetelco 102 . January 27, 2008 . 3:20 pm

Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so sad.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay,
Through the open books on the grass...
Spring and summer.
Sure, when it's autumn,
Wind always wants to
Creep up and haunt you -
Whistling, it's got you.
With its heartache, and its sorrow
Winter wind sings and it cries...
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so pained.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay,
Through the sudden drift of the rain...
Spring and summer.
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so lost.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay.
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so lost.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay.
Through the wandering clouds of the dust,
Spring and summer.
T
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so sad.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay,
Through the open books on the grass...
Spring and summer.
Sure, when it's autumn,
Wind always wants to
Creep up and haunt you -
Whistling, it's got you.
With its heartache, and its sorrow
Winter wind sings and it cries...
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so pained.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay,
Through the sudden drift of the rain...
Spring and summer.
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so lost.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay.
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so lost.
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay.
Through the wandering clouds of the dust,
Spring and summer.
T
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