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Thanks for all your support!

From:
http://www.marilynmonroe.com/~blog/

Subject:
Grrrr!

I hate J. I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him.

There I said it.

Well, I didn’t say it. I typed it. But you know what I mean.

Why do guys have to always be so all about themselves? Why do they have to put their work above the women they love? It’s
always the same thing. Mostly, with J, he’s just so obsessed with his work that I can hardly ever steal away time with him.
Sometimes, it feels like he’s trying so hard to control the world around him that he never has time for me. Sneaking around,
late night calls—I don’t know, but I don’t always feel like I’m his primary focus. If you can’t meet me at a nice restaurant
for a nice dinner out with the rest of the town… If you have to meet me at a hotel at 1 am in the morning, well, there’s
something definitely wrong with our relationship.

I mean, it seems that way, doesn’t it?

Thanks for all the great e-mails and support. Frank and Eloise were right when they e-mailed to tell me to forget about J.
That if he really loved me he’d make the time and stop all these excuses about “important meetings” and “world-shaping decisions.”
I mean, c’mon—who tells their girlfriend that they can’t meet up because of something going on in Cuba.

Cuba!? It’s not even like he was going to Cuba.

It’s obvious, isn’t it. I am so stupid. One of those girls, you know? So head over heels for J. Why do I always have to do
this? Why do I always fall for the assholes? The guys who treat me like a piece of garbage and walk all over me? I don’t deserve
this. Really, I don’t. I’m a good girl. Well, you know what I mean.

E-mail me
and tell me if you think I should stay with J. If more people say I should stay with J than people telling me not to, I’ll
take that as a sign. If more people say I should break up with J, then… Well, then I’ll think about breaking up with J. If
it’s equal on both sides, then I’ll wait and see how this week goes.

I hate him I hate him I hate him.

From:
http://www.leonardo-davinci.com/class_notes.html

Subject:
Four Years… in the Making

Students looking for the annual list of assignments and lectures should be looking
here
. Students looking for this week’s current assignment can surf
here
. All other class-related questions can be directed to
[email protected]
.

I’d like to take this weeks entry to talk about our ongoing class project that has finally just been completed. Back in 1503
I decided that not only should I teach students how to find their own creative vision, but also how to work in groups to complete
a collective piece of artwork. It was then that we began this ‘untitled project’ and my group of students that year decided
on the direction of the piece of art.

Dubbed
Lady on Canvas
, students in my ‘03 class never got around to painting anything resembling a woman at all. By the end of classes that year,
the collective work resembled a backdrop of sorts. Columns, mountain trails and greenery. View the artwork from ’03
here
.

Students in my ’04 seminar began working on the collective project halfway through the season, each taking turns adding depth,
color and dimension to the project, which eventually resulted in the image of a young mans face looking out from the center
of the canvas. Some joked tht the young man’s face resembled that of a pious Jesus Christ, so in response, students mischievously
painted ambiguous and meaningless codes and riddles into the piece, then changed the name from
Lady on Canvas
to
Decapitated Male Head Floating Above the Mountains
. So amusing. A snapshot of the project at this point in the exercise is
here
.

My ’05 class, unhappy with the artistic direction of this collective work, painted over elements of the ’03 and ’04 students,
changing the man’s face into that of a homely woman’s face which happened to resemble that of our very own Italian student,
Lisa. Thus, it made total sense for ’05 students to rename the project,
Lisa Abroad, in the Mountains of Ether
. Now completed,
the project
represents almost three years in the making, and proves the point that a piece of art is never finished—it is always evolving.

It also just goes to show you—it takes many to create a singular piece of flawless art.

Since my students completed the collective work, I have framed it in an ornate gold housing, hanging it in my home. You can
see it in all its glory
here
and
here
. For a project completed over all those years, by all those people,
Lisa Abroad, in the Mountains of Ether
is, in my opinion—a true collective masterpiece.

One that each and every student should receive notoriety from.

From:
http://www.jessiejames.com/~blog/

Subject:
Linky Love…

The gang’s been busy lately and we’ve been riding west—looks like we’re about comin’ up on Missouri soon where we’ve got some
business to take care of if ya know what I mean. Meantime, wanted to give a holler to my boys who all have these writin’ spaces
of their own where they talk about their thoughts and stuff.

Also cuz they keep harassin’ me about telling you all about their spaces cuz people come here to see what the great Jessie
James is doin’ but never go to their spaces—so those whining dogs have finally gotten what was comin’ to them. Go to their
space and look around or I’ll shoot ya! Hah. Just kidding.

Frank James:
My bra. Loves animals. Loves to shoot ’em. Talks about shootin’ animals on his scribblin’ space. Shot a deer last week. Loved
that too. He got a
picture
of it up there if you wanna see it.

Bob Younger:
Brother of Cole and James. Likes shootin’ stuff too. But not animals. Hates snakes. Afraid of ’em. He’s got a horse too.
His horse hates snakes also. Would rather shoot you than eat vegetables.

Cole Younger:
Loves gold. Loves guns. Loves shooting if it means it’ll get him some gold. Wrote a poem about gold and it’s on his site.
Pretty inspirin’.

James Younger:
Can hold two guns at once. Loves to tell you that he can, even though everyone else has two hands and can do the same thing.
Don’t kid him about it or hell shoot ya. Loves to shoot his gun like the rest of the boys. Hates his last name and will shoot
you if you make fun of it

Bill Chadwell, Clell Miller and Charlie Pitts:
These guys all love shooting their guns off and if it involves robbin’ and stuff they’re happier than pigs in mud. Don’t
believe in shooting anyone in the back—that’s just plain criminal. Good guys, these three.

Look forward to any comments from all you readers out there. No one seems to want to leave comments ever since that one guy
left a negative comment and, well, you know what happened.

I just want to promise all of you that it will never happen again! I’m working through the anger issues and welcome your thoughts
on my writin’ space and my boys’ writin’ spaces!

Serious! What d’ya all think about my writin’ space here!?

From:
http://www.donnerfamily.com/~george_donner/blog.html

Subject:
Heading West!

On behalf of the entire Donner family, I’m logging our last post before we leave Illinois for the West Coast. With us comes
the Reed family and their hired hands—in total, the party ends up at around thirty-one individuals. Hello to all of you reading
this entry!

You should know, I took a peek at the food we’ll be bringing along for the trip and it is mmm, mmm good! Beef and flour and
other yummy bits of rations not only make my stomach rumble, but make me long for those warm nights under the starry sky,
singing songs and sharing ourselves with each other.

There’s nothing like the excitement of a new beginning. Of taking a minor, if not tiny little risk, to live a better life
in California! Where it’s sunny and the weather is great and both families (Reed and Donner) can learn to depend on each other’s
skills and dedication. Remember, it’s what’s on someone’s inside that counts! In our toughest times over the course of the
next few weeks that’s something we should all remember.

Look within and take advantage of that! I know I will!

My wife asked me what I was looking forward to the most over the course of the next few weeks, and I must say it’s the hunkering
down and spending some isolated, quiet time with the rest of our party. You know, finding a shelter, making camp and not having
to deal with any other people in the world. An experience like that, where it’s just us and no one else for miles, to me,
seems like paradise! Here’s to something just like that!

I’ll be checking back in with you at various points during the trip, but if you don’t hear from me it just means that we’re
having a wonderful, successful and productive good time and we’ll contact each other as soon as we find a place to settle
in!

E-mail
me with any questions!

From:
http://www.jimhenson.com/~blog/

Subject:
Another One Bites the Dust…

Yet another relationship… down the tubes.

G sat me down this past weekend after six months of being together and told me that she no longer wanted us to see each other.
That she just felt like we weren’t connecting and that our backgrounds were different. This, of course, is something I’ve
heard before and I never asked questions—I always accepted the outcome. But not this time. I wasn’t going to let another relationship
end without finding out the exact reason why.

I pushed G over and over again until she finally broke and told me.

No, it wasn’t that we weren’t connecting. It wasn’t that our backgrounds were different. It didn’t even have to do with her
not being attracted to me or not liking my family. When it came down to it, it was all about one silly little misunderstanding.

My socks.

Weeks prior, apparently G had seen me with my hands in my socks. Talking to my socks with my hands in them. She, well, told
me that it made her a little bit uncomfortable,’ and that since the initial incident she had seen me doing it every time I
made my way past the chest of drawers in my bedroom.

To be fair to her, yes. I have done this. Why? I’m not quite sure, although deep down I feel a compulsion to do so. I’ve done
the research, I’ve read books—and nowhere have I seen an explanation of such a thing. So my hands are in a sock. So I talk
to them. Is there anything really so wrong with that? Is it something to end a relationship over?

I expressed these thoughts to G, who was adamant that she couldn’t see past this obvious fetish’ I seemed to have with socks.
Another relationship down the drain.

On the bright side (because there always is one if you really look deep inside yourself), I now have more time to get to know
myself and what’s inside.

Someday I’ll find it. That obvious connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.

From:
http://www.lincolnblog.com/forum/

Subject:
Today’s Thoughts on the Lincoln Blog Discussion Forum’s Vulgar Commentators

Seven months ago my webmaster brought forth on this blog a new forum section, dedicated to the proposition that all men should
be given equality in public discussion. Yet now it seems that the users are engaged in a great war of words, testing whether
this forum or any forum so dedicated can long endure.

We are met on a great blog forum of that war of words, having come to dedicate a portion of that forum as a final resting
place for posts and opinions and rants for as long as this blog forum might exist. It is altogether fitting and proper that
we should do this.

But in a large sense, we cannot fully alleviate such vulgar words here on this site. Brave men, who struggled here in this
blog forum for goodness, have added, not detracted, to the overall power of the typewritten word. It is the “bad apples” who
have detracted by spreading rumors about my private life, twisting my words and the words of my family, and by posting unflattering,
unclothed pictures of Mary Todd Lincoln that strangely have never existed prior to this forum’s existence. The world will
little note nor long remember what we say or do here in this forum, but that which is not remembered must still be presented
respectfully.

We must be dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that these vulgar commentators who put forth unnecessary and harmful
words should be reported and removed from the Lincoln blog as to present the rest of our users with a new birth of freedom—a
blog forum of the members, by the members and for the members.

When such has been realized, only then will the Lincoln blog’s forum section be a true testament to the users of this weblog.

—

In other news, I will be attending a performance of Our
American Cousin
at the Ford Theatre this week! If you plan on also attending, please stop by and say hello! I hear the performers are truly
passionate about their craft!

From:
http://www.tutankhamen.com/

Subject:
Rules, Schmules!

The 1330s sure are boring.

You’d think there’d be something better to do around here than just sit in my room, but my advisor Ay, along with the others,
suggest that I be heard but not seen. Instilling fear in and gaining respect from Egyptians for a boy my age is a tough prospect
and must be, as Ay says, handled delicately.

But I am soooooooo bored.