tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336810982011-11-01T20:57:00.266-04:00Yvettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917138355213860346noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681098.post-26319632898133049442009-05-02T14:12:00.003-04:002009-05-02T14:36:45.187-04:00

I interrupt my indefinite hiatus from personal blogging, to bring you the following lulz.I have new respect for Florida Congressman Hastings (D-Miramar)—not only for his ardent support of hate-crime legislation, but also for naming the following fetishes and sexual preferences to the House with a straight face."Apotemnophilia, asphyxophilia, autogynephilia, coprophilia, exhibitionism, fetishism,

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This is the unlikeliest of Christmas songs, but it's my favorite.  And there's something about Robert Downey Jr.'s version of "River" that haunts me.I'm pretty sure that Joni Mitchell wrote this song with L.A. in mind, but it sums up Christmas in Miami, perfectly...from the climatic tragedy of our "winters," to the sad little herds of plastic reindeer planted incongruously in the impossibly green

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After a terrible and terribly hot day in Miami, it's turned into a cool, still night. I'm sitting outside with the dogs in the twilight, thinking about this day. I am thinking about my life and some of the hard, scary life decisions I must make, and I feel totally alone and completely unqualified to make them.I've also been thinking about this blog and how I've abandoned it, and why. I miss it

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Mobile post sent by Yvette using Utterz.  Replies.  mp3

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This is only a test. MiamiRhapsody will resume operations, shortly.

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"Dwelling online is a cowardly and utterly enjoyable alternative to real interaction." — Alice Mathias, in The New York Times, "Fakebook Generation"

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For anyone who's interested, we are having (what I believe is) the very first South Florida tweetup, on Saturday, September 29, at 1 p.m., at Morada Bay in Islamorada.What's a tweetup? It's a Twitter meetup. What's Twitter, you ask? Twitter's So Easy, Even Grandma Can Do It and Twitter 101, at your service.This is actually a very informal gathering of only a handful of people who have ever

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There's no end to the kindness in the world that touches my heart. My friend Geno went to Jamaica in 1989 as part of a church mission, to help to rebuild the roof of a church that had been damaged in Hurricane Gilbert. He mentioned this after my post on Hurricane Dean, and I'm just tickled to share with you his gorgeous vignette of his first night on the island.The first day.We are in central

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I love Tom Ford. My current lifestyle does not support my having a closetful of cuture gowns but, if it did, I like to imagine having the ultimate wardrobe with a select few Tom-Ford-for-Gucci dresses elegantly hanging among the Vera Wangs. A girl likes to dream.This is a designer who has a penchant for both erotic and homoerotic art. He has a flair for the sexy-dramatic. He is a connoisseur

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At this very moment, the southern part of Miami is on lock-down. I know this, because I really, really need to go to the tile store, which is inconveniently located just south of the area that's been blocked off by the Miami police. This sort of thing doesn't happen here every day, of course. The city has a multiplicity of flaws and has the sorts of criminal activity that you might expect in

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I apologize for my long and unexplained absence. I am still trying to finish work on my house and, although I have only a few things left to do, these few things take a lot of time and require my full attention. I've learned this the hard way, of course. Once, the phone rang and so startled me that I fell off my ladder. Another time, the phone rang while I was using the mitre saw, and I almost

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My parents lived in Germany before I was born. They moved to Jamaica because my mum wanted to be closer to her mother, and it was important to her that I be born in her country. When I was a few months old, they bought a house in a part of Kingston called Barbican. I don't know how long we lived there. There was an older couple next door, and they had a daughter my mother's age. When the

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The ever-industrious Caveblogem from Pretty Good On Paper is conducting an ongoing statistical analysis of "the actual vocabulary in use in the blogosphere". It's a lofty aspiration, to be sure. A while ago, he was kind enough to include this blog in his experiment, and I couldn't have been more thrilled. Actually, I was a bit nervous, initially. Many of the things I write here are deeply

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Years ago, in another life, in a different city, I was mugged at my front door. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, full daylight, there was no-one around. I had just unlocked and swung open my door when I heard the running behind me. Someone whispered, "Give me your bag. Give me your bag," and I turned to face a slight, shortish man in a navy blue Members Only jacket and a baseball cap. I

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I have already decided that if I were ever to run for public office (humor me), I would have to answer honestly if anyone asked whether I'd ever done drugs. I would have to look them right in the face and answer, "Why, yes, Tom. I shared a joint or two with friends while I was in college, but pot makes me paranoid and puts me straight to sleep, so it's not much fun for me." That's what I would

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My dearest Floridians, today's WTF moment comes to me from the middle of the state.Can anyone tell me why it is that we keep sending the Army Corps of Engineers to drain Lake Okeechobee to such a level that we spend the rest of the year lamenting the "drought" and insisting that people shower once per week and only brush their teeth on Tuesdays?If you have any knowledge of such things, I am also

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We are actually just in the getting-to-know-you phase, but I had a hair appointment yesterday, and when I got home, this was waiting in my in-box.HAIR POEMHer hair cascades down her backspilling beyond shoulderscovering skin, so soft.Like a river flowing through rocky passageI am lost in her beauty,set adrift by her locks,enraptured by her brilliance,under the spell of a raven-haired siren.Isn't

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We are trying to ban books in Miami, again.I wanted to write about it, as it was rearing it's pestilent little head, but smarter people than I have reported the disgrace, nicely. To wit:Stuck On the Palmetto wishs for a swift judgment. Man or Maniac calls it what it is: a "gang of drooling morons" masquerading as a school board (I couldn't have phrased it better).Critical Miami handily links to

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You stand at the grocery-store bakery counter for 5 full minutes, contemplating the state of your belly button, while 5 hair-netted ladies on the other side of the counter decorate a single cake while drinking coffee from teeny little paper cups, and you walk over, closer to them, and you say, "Excuse me, is anyone working in...?" and one of them turns and starts to speak to you in Spanish, and

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If you're as kooky as I, it's helpful if your best friend is a fruit-loop, too.Yvette: From Anna Nicole's diaries...which are being auctioned online...Yvette: Journal date 3-9-99:Yvette: "Me and Clay had fun last night he ate my pussy and licked my butt hole till 5:30 AM."Yvette: They're calling it, "Sex and Sadness". BestFriend: I don't think I can find the words.BestFriend: Why would anyone

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My first memory is of sitting in the kitchen sink, looking through the window at the cherry tree. My mother's reaction to this, when I mentioned it years ago was, "You couldn't possibly remember that." She acted as if I had just informed her that I'd been adopted at birth, by wolves. I thought it was a strange way to negate what is as much a tactile as a visual memory, because I remember the

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A few mornings ago, I came across a headline that caused me to choke on my orange juice.Semen makes women happy! The finding that women who do not use condoms during sex are less depressed and less likely to attempt suicide than are women who have sex with condoms and women who are not sexually active, leads one researcher to conclude that semen contains powerful-and potentially

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In our culture, breath is symbolic of so much. We say that the object of our affection takes our breath away, or that something was so frightening that we held our breath until we were safe. We say that we are breathless with anticipation. Needing a break, we say we need a breather. We say that someone who delights us is a breath of fresh air. Breath is life, after all. Sometimes, breath is

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Darn. I have, until now, avoided being tagged by anyone, ever. Here, now, is my very first meme. And this one's going to make my brain hurt, thanks to my friend Balou.Okay, the name of the game is SCATTERGORIES. You must answer each question using the first letter of your name. And it must be a "real" answer, nothing you made up. If you don't have an answer, skip it. Ready? Go!Your Name:

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In case you're not here, I'll tell you: the weather in Miami was absolutely gorgeous today. The Miami Herald tells me that the highs were 82 and the lows were 72, and it's been a bright and breezy, sunshiny day.So, this morning, I decided to take a mental health day. The most strenuous thing I did was load the dishwasher. Today, I didn't drop a single piece of wood on my head or get a single

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Uh, whoever keeps coming here, after doing a Google search for "iguana tongue hanging out and swelling," please get off the computer and take your lizard to the animal ER, now. Or please tell your mum that this is a veterinary emergency and ask her to take your lizard to the animal ER tonght...

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Somehow, holding a bunch of giggling men responsible for guns and rocket launchers does not seem like a great idea. But I've been wrong before...

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Dear Miamians,Please stop stepping on me. If I am in line in front of you and can feel your warm breath on my ear or the back of my neck, you are standing entirely too close. If you keep jabbing me in the back with your cereal box, you are standing entirely too close. If you keep bumping the handbag that's on my shoulder, you are standing entirely too close. If you keep stepping on the back of

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From CNN:"Shannon Malloy was critically injured January 25 when a car crash slammed her into the dashboard. Her skull separated from her spine, although her skin, spinal cord and other internal organs remained intact.The rare condition is known as clinically as internal decapitation, and it left her with no control over her head.Her injuries left Malloy with nerve damage that made her eyes cross,

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Every morning, I sit in the grass, in my pajamas, with a gigantic cup of coffee and my laptop, flanked on each side by a dog. If you told me, 5 years ago, that this is how I would one day begin my days, I would have thought you were delusional. Miami is difficult and hostile, compared to most of the other places I have been. When I left at 17, I swore that I'd never come back. I never noticed

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Let me tell you something about romance. In the beginning, it's fragile. No matter what you hear or read, the first part of any relationship is almost strictly an assessment period and, for some reason, the men I have been meeting lately seem to be intent on grossing me out. I know that sounds terrible, but it's true. I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to meet someone and say, "Do

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So, I have been very busily fixing my house. I don't know how I've lived this way, for this long. I have spent weeks now, measuring, ordering, drilling, sanding, scrubbing, priming, painting, caulking, staining. I have built wood shelving, patched drywall, installed lighting and a door bell. I have trimmed my hedges, ordered tile, pressure-cleaned the outside of the house. I have come up

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I want to stand as close to the edge as I canwithout going over. Out on the edge you seeall the kinds of things you can't see from the center.-- Kurt VonnegutImage source

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I love America, and I am immensely proud to be an American, but if you don't know the answers to ALL of these questions, ask yourself why. And then beat yourself about the head with a blunt object. And then stab yourself in the eye with your keyboard.Though, I must say, it's nice to have affirmation that Florida is indeed in the "axis of evil". I have always suspected as much.And, when the

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In my twenties, I had a long relationship that ended badly. And before it ended badly, we used it to waste an awful lot of time. We felt, like all respectable 20-somethings, that the mindless wasting of all the days of our youth obliged us to break up and then get back together again, multiple times. But the last time was different. I was angry, and I wanted him to feel like the opportunistic

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One of my favorite bloggers, James Burnett, has inspired me to participate in my very first meme. The short list follows, in no particular order, of things I hope to accomplish in 2007.Finish construction on my house. The long, sordid story of my house will have to wait for another time, but it's been under (re)construction since 2003. Inexplicably, contractor #5 disappeared in October of 2005

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In the past few weeks, I have been, as we say in Florida, up to my arse in alligators. We actually phrase that a little differently. The original quotation was, I believe:When you're up to your ass in alligators,it's hard to remember that your initialobjective was to drain the swamp.This is a Florida-ism. In other words, I have been very busy. I have meant to blog, but it's been hard to find

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For the longest time, until now, I have been in an almost intractable funk. Maybe because I am almost 150 years old and I'm less resilient than ever, I could not dig my way out of the darkness. Some days I could not find anything to be happy about. Sometimes, for days, I wanted to do nothing more than curl into and stay in the fetal position. But the dogs always need to go outside; they need

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A. and I have had a parting of ways. This was entirely his decision, reached out of frustration and a surprising amount of common sense. We had a calm, rational discussion, during which he expressed his dissatisfaction with our completely platonic relationship and the fact that I didn't make enough time for him. He seemed to be particularly unhappy that I didn't get my knickers in enough of a

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I'm thinking of beginning my conversations with strangers this way. I believe it might solve a lot of problems.In truth, I am biracial. My mother was Jamaican and my father was Greek. You may not be able to guess my nationality by looking, but, at the very least, you should be able to see from across a large and crowded room that I am a person of color.Most people assume that I am a cross of

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"Restriction of free thought and free speech is the most dangerous of all subversions. It is the one un-American act that could most easily defeat us." -- Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas (1953)As outspoken as I am, I believe very strongly in the concept of free speech. I am also normally intensely supportive of educators in general and teachers in particular. I am nothing without the

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A.'s latest scientific observation:"Dude. What I like about cartoons today is they're totally geared toward adults. One of them even used the word 'weizenheimer.'"

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Yes, I'm talking to YOU. 1. Do you drive around in the middle of the day, for no reason at all? 2. Do you turn or change lanes without using your turn signal? 3. Do you drive 10 or more miles per hour below the posted speed limit? 4. Do you speak on your cell phone while driving under 80 MPH in the left lane on any highway? 5. Do you drive under 55 MPH on the Turnpike, 874, 836,

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I have been writing a lot recently. It makes me very happy, but sometimes it drains all of my mental energy. I have a date with A. tonight and we haven't spoken recently. I knew I should probably call him, but I was feeling a bit moody and wasn't really in the mood for idle chat. So, last night I called him.Y: I just wanted you to know that I'll see you tomorrow night, but I'm too drunk to

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Ted is on my mind today. For many years, he and I worked together in Lincoln, Massachusetts, outside of Boston. He was a management consultant, which meant that he basically travelled for a living, teaching companies how to get the most from their business.

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I've decided to give one of my ubiquitous Vox invitation to the dogs. Literally. Because, really, how many people have pictures of their dog's ancestors, going back to 1796? I do, and I have had nowhere to put them, until now.I'm in the process of uploading current photos, but I present to you, in the meantime, Goddess and Apples.

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White Dade likes to jiggle the beehive, which is always fun, but it has me thinking...I wonder if anyone's done a demographic study of bloggers. Who are we, really? What's the political/socioeconomic/religious/racial/moral/geographic difference between this community and any other group? Are we more liberal? Are we more socially aware? Are we better writers, by virtue of all that practice and

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A. has issues with my vocabulary. He believes I use "big words" to purposely patronize him. In the past few weeks, we have argued because of conversations in which I have used the words, "angst," "diatribe," and "superfluous".When I used the phrase, "analytical reasoning," last week, he lost his temper, saying, "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANALOGICAL REASONING!" Analogical reasoning.He may be

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Three of my friends are pretty much married to LiveJournal. Some of my friends are almost too illiterate to blog. Some of my friends are quite literate but would rather poke out their own eyeballs than blog. Some of my friends can almost figure out how to turn on the computer. And the rest of my friends should probably not know that I'm (probably going to be) blogging about them.So, here I am

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This should really be a post about the needless sensationalism of the news media in Miami but, instead, I shall try very hard to stick to the topic at hand. We, the hurricane-weary, are proud to report that nothing special has happened here.

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Ernesto has chosen to sit around in Cuba, thank goodness. It's not any kind of guarantee, but chances are pretty good that we're going to have a hell of a rain storm, or a minimal hurricane. We're hoping for the former. The county is still closing schools and opening

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Well, damn. Yah, 'tis the season, and all of that, but (soon-to-be) Hurricane Ernesto really does seem a little ominous. If it lingers long over Cuba and all of it's mountains, it's possibly going to be a big angry rain storm, when it gets here. If it races over Cuba, it's possibly going to be the end of the world. Difficult to plan for such a thing, except to do all the stuff you're supposed

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I started taking birth-control pills when I was 16, so that I wouldn't bleed to death on my way to college.It was a difficult year. I was on the verge of graduating from high school, with all the usual trepidation and excitement. My mother and I could not spend 5 minutes together in a room without arguing. I was leaving home, and I knew even then that I was never coming back. It was a very

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I haven't been able to stop thinking about Mark's recent post about this cool project: 38x365 38 words | 38 years 365 days | 365 people I believe I'll begin today.You should do it, too. Instructions are here. Go ahead.

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Anyone who knows me can tell you how much I hate Miami. I "escaped" in the 80s to go to college and managed to stay 1,700 miles away for almost 20 years. Which was exactly the way I liked it. Sadly, I came back in 2002 when my mother was dying,

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I move through life with songs in my head. It's always been so. I sing in the shower. I serenade the dogs. I hum in the grocery store. At night, I dance alone in the garden. I believe I inherited this proclivity from my mother. She, of the bad church songs and the old country standards, spent my lifetime singing around the house. We had different tastes in music, she and I, but the same

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Like every other computer user on the planet, I am the regular and reluctant recipient of an awful lot of spam. Daily, I am inundated with urgent invitations to, "consolidate debt!" I, a somewhat skinny female Macintosh user, am bombarded with hard-sell tactics for products like diet pills, Viagra, Cialis, and Windows XP. Several spam hawkers want me to refinance my house. I am regularly

Yvettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917138355213860346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681098.post-1157093195398705052006-08-02T12:47:00.000-04:002006-09-01T02:46:35.396-04:00

I am the kind of person who will re-read a paragraph to savor the good bits as if each were a piece of chocolate.I love to read, and I love books. I enjoy prose. I appreciate the cadence and the syntax and the structure and the flavor and the mood of good writing. I also love poetry, though these days I can't quiet my mind long enough to enjoy it. When I read poetry, I want to be still. I

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So says Cedarseed: 15 of the 30 children who died in the bombing, as well as some of the adults, were physically or mentally disabled. Does anyone else want to ask why the families (who were otherwise very poor) could not vacate

Yvettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917138355213860346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681098.post-1157093275446093782006-08-01T14:49:00.000-04:002006-09-01T02:48:23.076-04:00

Scientist thinks invisibility possible in future

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"I'll meet you 'round the bend my friend, where hearts can heal and souls can mend."So starts Riverbend's, Web log, "Baghdad Burning". It's a very optimistic sentiment. In real life, Riverbend is a 27-year-old Iraqi woman living in the middle of a war. Prior to the war in Iraq, Riverbend was just like many of us. She was a computer programmer -- urban, articulate, concerned with everyday

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One of my very favorite bloggers, HotDrWife, has proven to be a reliable vector of Very Good Things. Today's discovery is Settle For Brian.Quite frankly, I love this guy. I wish every single man in America was required to publicly post an honest pros-and-cons list. I wish I could hand such a list (of my pros and cons) to every man I dated, so as to waste a

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