Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer Encounter

http://www.vulture.com/amp/2018/06/neil-gaiman-amanda-palmer-encounter.html

* On Abortion, Rape, and Humor (Video) | HuffPost

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/amanda-palmer/on-abortion-rape-and-humo_b_166782.html

* “AMANDA PALMER – JUDY BLUME”

* Why Amanda Palmer Wrote Mr Weinstein Will See You Now

https://www.refinery29.com/2018/05/199968/amanda-palmer-song-mr-weinstein-will-see-you-now

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English Muffin, Vegan Sausage, Cheese (ovo-lacto vegetarian, high protein, low-fat)

Simple ovo-lacto (well, lacto, no eggs) vegetarian breakfast, lunch, or snack. Can be made vegan, by using vegan cheese.

You’ll need:

* english muffin (one or two, your choice)

* one slice American (or your choice) cheese per muffin

* Morningstar Farms Sausage Patties (one person muffin)

To Make:

1. Heat sausage 30 seconds in microwave.

2. Split muffin(s).

3. Fold cheese in half (or quarters) so one half is on top of muffin and one half on bottom of muffin.

4. Place sausage in muffin and fold over. I like to break the cheese into quarters with two quarters on top of the sausage and two quarters on the bottom. The cheese will melt nicely this way. 🙂

5. Microwave 45 seconds.

(Adjust time for your microwave.)

Enjoy!

Can’t Remember The Title / Author? Here’s Some Help!

A few years ago, I read a story that is not in one of my usual generes. It was a story about a recently divorced woman with two teenage kids who decides to move into the family beach house that she has recently inherited. She used to spend her summers there, and fell in love with a boy the summer before she left for college. After she started college, the boy was reported as missing and/or dead, so she never returned. She met her husband, had two kids, then found herself a divorcé. And so she decides to move back to the beach house. On one of her first nights there, she in sitting on the beach, feeling the tide come in, and then a hand grabs her ankle, then the other ankle, but before she can freak out, the face of her missing lover appears and he’s exactly as she remembers him — exactly, because he hasn’t aged at all. She begins a torrid affair with him, and they try to ignore questions like: where has he been? Why hasn’t he aged? Is he dead or alive or something in between? Why can’t he walk past the property lines of her house? She introduced him to her kids, but has to hide him from her boss — who was her coworker that last summer at the ice cream shop that he now owns. He becomes torn between her old love — who hasn’t aged — and her new boss / ex-coworker, who is her age.

The problem? I cannot, for the life of me, remember the title or author.

So, how do you find a book you loved but can’t remember the title or author?

The first option is a search engine. Use as few words as possible. Like, “fiction novel divorcé moves into family beach house finds ex-boyfriend hasn’t aged”. If you’re old enough to remember the early days if the Internet, know that you can still use quotes and plus (or minus) signs: “fiction novel”+”divorcé”+”beach house”+”ex-boyfriend”.

Social media would be your next step. Rite a brief description of what you are looking for and try your friends. Maybe they’ll know the book.

If that doesn’t work, there are a few groups and sites that might help:

BookFinder.com Journal: Finding a book when you don’t know the title or author

Finding Novels: Lost Titles, Forgotten Rhymes (Virtual Programs & Services, Library of Congress)

What’s that book called?

Finding a book

How to Find a Book Without Knowing the Title or Author

What’s The Name of That Book??? Group (31941 Members) | Goodreads

Hope this helps!

Blessed Be,

D. K. Stevens

Old Poems from High School and College

what if, too

and what if i am

the true reincarnate

of napoleon,

won’t they all be surprised.

but i’ll bet the old hens

will cluck among themselves,

“i knew it all along,

the way she carried herself.”

yes,

and don’t they have

better things to do

than going to church

on sunday mornings

when they could sleep late

and fill in

the new york times crossword puzzle

in pen

if only the little old jewish men

hadn’t done it on saturday

(because every good jew

gets it delivered on saturday)

and what if i really am

the true reincarnate

of no-one special,

would they say

they knew it all along?

waiting for him

so there is this girl

i want to slap

and of course

she walks by as

i’m waiting for him

he told me to wait but

i’ve got to get home

to try to get rid

of the roaches crawling

all over my apartment

(eddie says

to become one with them

but i don’t like

my naked body

and i don’t like them

crawling under my skin)

and i hate

waiting for people

especially him

because it’s not like

we’re going out anymore

so why i still want

to slap this girl

he cheated on me

with is a mystery to me

and there is this

goddamn roach problem

but he’ll know i waited

from the cigarette butts

i’ve left behind

Angel On A Pedestal

wonder is the color of your skin

touched lightly beneath my fingertips

softly loving my wetness

i am disappearing

in your lust-flavored fairy tales

which i believe

despite my better judgment

i know you

your kind.

and i let myself fall and

convince myself

i am yours and you are mine

and our love

smells of bees

and the stickiness

is all the remains

when you shed your wings

and walk away.

My One True Love

I made too much money

Way too young

So when the drs said

I was sick too sick to live

Offered me treatments

To help me survive

I told them honestly,

“I’d rather die.”

Off went the weight

I never really had.

My hair fell out, too.

Constant pain in my guts

That, I allowed the drs to remove.

But to their chemo poison

I still would refuse.

No children for me,

Maybe a year left or two.

I could see my internal organs

Outlined on my skin.

But still I refused chemo

Said I’d rather die

And when I saw ex-schoolmates

They sold something I’d buy.

My Goddess, My Heroin,

My One True Love

Where did you go?

You left me to die.

But now I have found you…

And the pain is gone.

I’ve thrown away the pills

And replaced them with you

My heroin, my love,

Why are you doing this to me?

My dealers were late —

It was them and not me!

Clutching my bucket

Throwing up pain

I swear I’ll never do this

To you, My Goddess, again.

My life is yours

Please take me soon

I’m envious of those

Who overdose on you.

And now my drs

Are changing their tune

Saying, “It’s not so bad;

You’ll be better soon.”

I’d hoped that you would take me

From the pain in the world

From the pain of this sickness

Before anything else could.

My Goddess, My Love,

My True Heroine,

You’ve left me alone

To face a lonely Life

Without you, again.

Two Children Killed, Pregnant Woman In Critical Condition — Park Slope, Brooklyn

I used to live in Park Slope, on 6th Avenue, just off of 10th street; and again on 6th Avenue on the corner of 12th street. I had spent a lot of time there in high school and college so, after graduating college and getting priced out of Stuyvesant Town in NYC, I moved to Park Slope. At the time — late ’90’s – well, now — a lot of Yuppie families were moving there, raising the rents, and letting their kids run wild.

Today, as I exited the downtown R train station on the corner of 9th street and 4th avenue just before 1pm, I saw a first responder putting up a second round of, “DO NOT CROSS” yellow tape; apparently the ambulance had broken through the first round.

I needed to take the B61, which goes down 9th street, and I saw one being directed to turn downtown on 5th avenue. “Where can I catch the B61?” I asked, unaware of what had happened. The first responder shrugged. So I began walking down towards Court Street.

After half a block, I realized that I was walking with an older gentleman who was using hiking poles to “set the pace”. I asked if he knew what happened. He said that he had seen three cars smashed together. A lot of blood on the street. A toddler-sized shoe. A stroller crumpled up…

Later, I would find out that the show belonged to a 4 year old girl, who was pronounced dead on the scene.

The stroller belonged to a boy just over a year old, also pronounced dead at the scene.

The pregnant mother of the 4 year old girl had been watching the boy; she’s now in critical (or stable, depending on which article you read) condition at Methodist Hospital. No word on the baby she’s pregnant with.

As for the driver? She’s claiming some sort of “medical condition”. To which I say, if you have a condition that might affect your driving, you shouldn’t be driving! This unnamed “medical condition” killed a 4 year old, a 1 year old, and possibly the pregnant mother of the 4 year old — or perhaps her unborn baby.

Anyone who has read anything by me knows that I have medical issues. I was an excellent driver but I wouldn’t drive nowadays, especially on such a busy intersection (9th street and 5th avenue).

Fortunately there is video and plenty of witnesses to this woman’s rampage. She is currently being held in custody until she and her car can be checked out.

It is always sad when someone dies. It is even sadder when it’s a child (or two, maybe three). My grandparents said this was because it goes against the “natural order” of things. We expect our grandparents to due before us, our parents, too. Not that it doesn’t hurt or isn’t emotionally (and physically) painful, but it is the natural order of things. To have a child (or three) die is even harder because It. Is. Not. Supposed. To. Happen. It goes against everything we know, everything we believe in. Whether religious or not, a child dying Is. Not. Right.

I’m praying for this family in my own personal way: by lighting a white candle and wishing them no more pain. I hope that you can find it in your heart to pray for these kids in your own way.

Some articles:

Blessed Be,

D. K. Stevens