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nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 13:27:57 -0800

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nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 13:18:10 -0700

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The tower up above - it was the only one visible - the tower of a dwelling, as could now be seen, possibly the main body of the castle, was a uniform, circular structure, part cloaked in ivy, with small windows that gleamed in the sun - there was a crazy quality about this - and a balcony-like rim with battlements that jutted uncertainly, unevenly, brittely, as if drawn by the timid or slapdash hand of a child, up into the blue sky. It was as if some gloomy inmate, who by rights should have remained locked away in the farthest room in the house, had burst through the roof and raised himself high in order to be seen by the world. (The Castle, Kafka)

~~spookily~~ re-deconstruced for rhizom-e-xquisite and halloween

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 12:58:18 -0800

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job description: pilot

duties: must work well on own initiative and be a team player....and must always smile

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:30:32 -0800

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nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 11:35:43 -0800

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We work for the company
That looks to the future
We work hard to please them
They will protect us

....it's funny that now that ireland is in the midst of recession we are again having apparitions and even a holy stump

is it that hard times cause a resurgence of creativity, or just send people running, looking for another company to protect them...

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 15:34:17 -0700

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joy(ce) divison

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 07:39:38 -0700

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A city does no exist without its lines, its connections, its streets, its veins; without flux
Certainly the same applies to its articulations, the line crossings. A 'good' city needs good lines, and these need good articulations.

The 'dance of the city' happens through them.

the dancers then, are the blood that flows through its veins. we do, as fernando said sit back to back on the city - we can choose to be a prima ballerina or part of a chorus line.

but what of the choreographers - the planners who choose the articulations, the lines, the utopic visionaries. How much say to they have in our dance steps? and what happens when we loose our footing, forget our steps or just plain don't want to dance?

The dance of the city can be then a dance without movement - the blood still flows, the tempo will still be there. The lines have been laid down, but lines are there to be crossed. We can become our own choreographers.

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 14:18:02 -0800

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in an apparent freedom when did no stop meaning no?

created for rhizome-e-xquisite

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:41:46 -0800

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I was alone, but of course I was not alone. This was a natural camp, a soft place where a little grass grew on the stony face of the mountain - a place where there was new water, sun-melted the day before, a place where a ledge and a grove of trees provided shelter from winds that still blew bitter cold when the sun was down. Others had camped here: the Ute and those who came before the Ute; the trapper and the hunter, the miner. Their fire circles and ghostly footprints were all around me.

from 'The Great Southwest' by Charles McCarry

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:41:46 -0800

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nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 06:54:02 -0700

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ENd

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 11:55:51 -0700

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end of days, start of nights

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 11:02:01 -0700

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crash...boom...bang

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 11:31:02 -0700

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folding and unfolding..into whispers into time..into time spent in spent wastefulness..ah how sweet procrastination is!

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:02:08 -0700

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with all the will in the world
diving for dear life
when we should be diving for pearls...

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:01:00 -0700

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dark at seven thirty

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 14:56:01 -0700

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Petulant

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 14:54:51 -0700

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nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:19:47 -0700

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carcassonne

i've started a new account for my 35mm stuff - here

nobody@flickr.com (lisa**) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:12:56 -0700

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carcassonne

dog from la senechal

i've started a new account for my 35mm stuff - here