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Admin — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 13:13:02 +0000

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Song

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dew-drops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember
And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget

- Christina Rossetti

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Love Is My Religion

Admin — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 10:23:28 +0000

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder’d at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr’d for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.

- John Keats

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It’s Not About Sex

Admin — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 04:45:23 +0000

It’s not about Sex

You wouldn’t think so. Yet sex is addictive – I don’t mean the tiger Woods kind of addiction.

I mean the illusion – seeking something better of hoping you will be found in another.

We feel the intensity. We know the instinct attention that those three letters grab and sadly forget that after the initial hormonal rush we are seeking far more and yearning greater horizons.

Growth comes from bridging ever expanding circles, said Emerson in Essays of Circles. In love, like creativity, takes us across concentric circles in two directions simultaneously.

You are intrigued by the person because they remind you of a forgotten shadow of yourself. You are empowered to reach out, precisely because you have something you can hold onto within.

Unfortunately, as a mirror to our soul, those dearest to us, have a nasty habit of triggering hidden demons.

This is at once creative and repressive, scary and inspiring. It is transformative; and like any transformation experience it can be a frightening experience.

To find its transmuting power we must be cavers of the soul, seeking Paleolithic art buried hidden in cavernous tunnels. The passages seem endless, unable to be grasped, deep in the earth like the womb of the divine mother.

It seems in this confined finite space there is infinitude of experience.

Alluding to Jungian imagery, Anton Ehrenzweig compared it to the womb.

A fair analogy: Ideas are like semen. Without fertilizing an ovum they die out. The seed must grow, simmering in the hidden depths refined and eventually revealed.

Gestation is a time of massive upheaval and growth yet this pre-birth experience is so much like the birth of an idea. Fueled by experience, necessity is often the mother of invention. Of course, necessity focuses our energies.

However, the creative juice lay’s deep in an eternal uterus of past meanings and biological compulsions. Motherhood is at once biological, and experiential. Emotions are fueled both by raging hormones, others the product of life’s ups and downs, a beautiful melody or a spousal argument.

Like the Hindu divinity Kali, mothers are seen as elevated extremes of life. She can be an angel incarnate: supportive, kind, cheerful, good cook, neat dresser, humble, sweet, and nurturing at all times.

She is at times demonized as the “hungry sow who devours her young,” at once the image of the “terrible mother,” who gives life and destroys it. She is connected with the cycles of the moon, women’s menstruation, the cycles of nature that can be at once creation and destruction, light and dark.

While, I am not Hindu, I think the metaphor of Kali powerfully captures the forces hidden deep within the creative soul. We all are creative, it’s just some capture that essence, and women embody it.

Queen Mab - Gustave Doré (1832 - 1883)

Such powerful earthy psychological forces can frighten us and in the past have men have harshly judged the ‘neuroses’ of women. Or fearfully harangued as by Mecutio in shakespeares Queen Mab speech.

However, when these powerful forces are accepted, and integrated, they can be powerfully inspiring and transformative.

Building stand high because they have harnessed buried energies of a deep, unseen foundation. Sadly, we often ignore what we don’t see –until we start to design a structure for ourselves. Our ideas lay dormant, unfertiliised by the gestation of experience, and die out.

There is direction, of course – you know a baby is coming you prepare with focused anticipation. However, the creative foundation lays in the unconscious waiting to be harnessed, like a buildings foundation unseen and often forgotten, it is still there.

Similarly, our lives are built on foundations that include the stories and metaphors of generations that came before us. The power of religion and art allows us to access the unknown through metaphor.

Hidden beneath our public success are hidden pasts .stories, and meaning fed to us by culture and experience, religion and rationalism.

The effect is far deeper than existential mumbo jumbo

Clifford Geertz in Interpretation of Cultures decribed mankind as “incomplete or unfinished animals who complete themselves through culture.”

“Our central nervous system – and most importantly its crowning curse and glory, the neo-cortex – grew up in great part with culture” he said, explaining that the neo-cortex ““is incapable of directing our behavior or organizing our experience without the guidance provided by systems of significant symbol.”

This is why women’s influence is so powerful – and at once frightening to some men who feel shunted to the sidelines of their children’s lives.

Women have leaned the power of being. However, like Kali, that means enduring the rollercoaster of experience. Unlike a man, a woman cannot compartmentalize motherhood.

The child is both in her and part of her. Even as a newborn grows into adulthood there remains a connection.

She knows that happiness, romance and love – true love – means connecting. It means giving your all for your child.

Yet, there is something messy about motherhood. Nappies, cleaning and, even before that, the profound changes of pregnancy.

Motherhood is frightening. You are expected to be the calm embodiment of perfection. At once you yearn for the poetry of courtly love of chivalrous knights, or the poetic embellishments of Shakespeare.

No women can manage the romantic delusions and get on with life. The huge emotional; investment tears at the soul and sometimes weighs heavily on child and spouse.

No wonder, Kali’s metaphor is so powerful an expression of the grief, anger, fear, despair that can over shadow womankind. She can embody so much beauty or be destructively dark.

However, metaphoric death need not be so final. A child dies to her naivety as she is forced to fit a role, no doubt driven by mother, to fill.

Death to the past is like the corn seed scattered in death and resurrected as Osiris or Bacchus. Cast into the primordial ocean of a creative womb the new birth is both painful and rewarding – unless we abort the process of self transformation.

Here is where masculine and feminine energies must meet, not just in a union of passionate souls, but also in the process of selection.

It is like a gardener who realizes she must prune off dead wood and at times remove whole plants so that the hardier shrub has room to grow.

The butterfly - Luis Ricardo Falero

But then motherhood, like gardening, is holistic.

You stay part of this connection because you and your child are connected – even after decades.

What women know instinctively, or at least learn, men must learn through trial and error.

He soon learns that his trendy, zippy hatch back may be a chic magnet but he finds he is among strangers who one admired the same, now faded chariot.

A few scratches, the novelty gone, and one day he discovers that true love, and true happiness, means looking at your life-long lover and being willing to put your life on the line for her.

It’s not about scattered parts of the soul – each demanding supremacy, each afraid of being caught out.

A scattered mind, and a scattered love, cannot really care. Below the romantic façade, scattered unrealized shadows cannot truly connect.

When the façade is penetrated, our truth discovered, it’s no longer about me. Then you have the capacity for honesty, decency, consistency, and personal leadership.

You realize, finally, that you are indeed one, that beyond the limits of flesh and bone, we are, through our mirror neurons a greater collective whole bound in your soul mate.

When you find the hidden Paleolithic art deep in your psychic cave, is revealed to the light, your fragmented psyche is made whole once more. Now whole you become able to give more to your soul mate that

The power of love is made whole, not by isolated analysis or fleeting passion, but by connection.

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Seizure

Admin — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:00:33 +0000

To me he seems like a god
as he sits facing you and
hears you near as you speak
softly and laugh

in a sweet echo that jolts
the heart in my ribs. For now
as I look at you my voice
is empty and

can say nothing as my tongue
cracks and slender fire quick
under my skin. My eyes are dead
to light, my ears

pound, and the sweat pours over me.
I convulse, greener than grass,
and feel my mind slip as I
go close to death,

yet I must suffer all things
being poor.

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Ruslan and Liudmila

Admin — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 01:42:00 +0000

Andrei Dorokhin

Ruslan and Liudmila

For you alone, enchanting beauties,
Queens of my spirit, for your sake
Did I convert to scribal duties
Some golden leisure hours, and make,
To whisperings of garrulous ages,
Once-upon-a-time my faithful task.
Accept them, then, these playful pages;
And no one’s praises do I ask
From fate, but shall be pleased to thank it
If one young girl should love, and pine,
And peep, perhaps beneath her blanket,
At these unshriven songs of mine.

* * * * * * *

An oaktree greening by the ocean;
A golden chain about it wound:
Whereon a learned cat, in motion
Both day and night, will walk around;
On walking right, he sings a ditty;
On walking left, he tells a lay.

A magic place: there wends his way
The woodsprite, there’s a mermaid sitting
On branches, there on trails past knowing
Are tracks of beasts you never met;
On chicken feet a hut is set
With neither door nor window showing.
There wood and dale with wonders team;
At dawn of day the breakers stream
Upon the bare and barren lea,
And thirty handsome armored heroes
File from the waters’ shining mirrors,
With them their Usher from the Sea.
There glimpse a prince, and in his passing
He makes a dreaded tsar his slave;
Aloft, before the people massing.
Across the wood, across the wave,
A warlock bears a warrior brave;
See Baba Yaga’s mortar glide
All of itself, with her astride.
There droops Kashchey, on treasure bent;
There’s Russia’s spirit…Russian scent!
And there I stayed, and drank of mead;
That oaktree greening by the shore
I sat beneath, and of his lore
The learned cat would chant and read.
One tale of these I kept in mind,
And tell it now to all my kind…

- Aleksandr Pushkin

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When He Comes Back

Admin — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 03:46:59 +0000

When He comes Back

When he comes back
to my arms

I’ll make him feel
what nobody ever felt

Everywhere
me
vanishing into him

Like water
into the clay of a new jar

Anonymous Sanskrit song
500 – 1000 CE

Trans. W. S. Merwin & Moussaieff Masson

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Song 159

Admin — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 02:37:54 +0000

A second sample the Djanggawul Cycle, a major ritual work consisting of multiple songs in a narrative sequence, follows the wanderings of the djanggawal Brother and his two sisters, Bildjiwuraroiju & Miralaidj who came to Arnhem Land from Bralgu (Land of the Eternal Beings).

As they pass through, they people the land.

The narrative describes the ‘heavy ripeness, the swelling & bursting of a teeming life source, colours and Australain views of creation.” We read of the body of the sacred sister, heat around the clitoris, the bussing tree roots, spray & blood and a swarming sense of life emerging – not two-by-two but swarming.

Song 159

Go, take the hot stone, and heat it near her clitoris:
For the severed part is a sacred djuda ranggI. Covering up the clitoris within the mat, wherein the mat, wherin its transverse fibre, wherin its mouth, its inner peak …

Go, thepeople are dancing there, like djuda roots, like spray, moving their bodies, shaking their hair!
Carefully they beat their clapping sticks on the mauwalan point … Go, stand up! See the clanfolk beyond thetransverse fibre of the mat!
They come from the sisters womb, lifting aside the clitoris, coming out like djuda roots …
Into the scared shade, the rangga folk come dancing from the inner peak of the mat …
Only a few people will be left here: some we shall put into the course grass.
We are putting the rangga clansfolk ….

Expalanatory notes

Rangga is a sacred emblem, identified with the penis of the Djanggawul brother.

Rangga folk initially emerged from the Djanggawul sisters ancestors of the Ahrnam Landers.

Mat, or ngainmara mat- conically shaped, belonging to the Djanggawul sister a symbol of the uterus.

Source Ronald M. Berndt, Djanggawul: An Aborigiginal Religious Cult of north East Arnhem Land (Philosophical Library, 1953) quoted from Technicians of the Sacred – A Range of Poetries from Africa, America, Asia, Europe & Oceania” edited by Jerome Rothenberg.

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Sacred Union Arnhem Land Australia

Admin — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 02:20:29 +0000

A major ritual work consisting of multiple songs in a narrative sequence, the Djanggawul Cycle follows the wanderings of the djanggawal Brother and his two sisters, Bildjiwuraroiju & Miralaidj who came to Arnhem Land from Bralgu (Land of the Eternal Beings)

As they pass through they people the land.

Go, put out the rangga, making it big: open your legs, for you look nice!
Yes, Miralaidj, my sister. Yes, the mouths of the mat is closed.
Yes, go, rest there quietly, for the vagina is sacred, and the rangga are hidden there, like younger siblings, covered up so no one may see.
Thus, climb up, put it into the mouth of the mat!
What is this, blocking my penis? I rest above here, chest on my her breasts!
Do not push hard! The sound of her cry echoes.
covered up, so no one may see, like a younger sibling ….
Do not move what is within, for it is sacred!
For it rests there within, like the transverse fibre of a mat.
Blood running, sacredly running!
Yes, they, the rangga clansfolk, are coming out like djadda roots, like spray ….
Go, digging within, causing the blood to flow, sacred blood from the red vagina, that no one may see!
Very sacred stands the rangga penis!

Song 160
Arnhem Land, Australia

In the passage the sister is wearing an arm band that hinders coitus, breaking this causes blood to flow.

I offer obeisance to the God and Goddess

Admin — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 11:08:14 +0000

I offer obeisance to the God and Goddess,
The limitless primal parents of the universe.

They are not entirely the same,
Nor are they not the same.
We cannot say exactly what they are.

How sweet is their union!
The whole world is too small to contain them,
Yet they live happily in the smallest particle.

These two are the only ones
Who dwell in this home called the universe.
When the Master of the house sleeps,
The Mistress stays awake,
And performs the functions of both.

When He awakes, the whole house disappears,
And nothing at all is left.

Two lutes: one note.
Two flowers: one fragrance.
Two lamps: one light.

Two lips: one word.
Two eyes: one sight.
These two: one universe.

In unity there is little to behold;
So She, the mother of abundance,
Brought forth the world as play.

He takes the role of Witness
Out of love of watching Her.
But when Her appearance is withdrawn,
The role of Witness is abandoned as well.

Through Her,
He assumes the form of the universe;
Without Her,
He is left naked.

If night and day were to approach the Sun,
Both would disappear.
In the same way, their duality would vanish
If their essential Unity were seen.

In fact, the duality of Shiva and Shakti
Cannot exist in that primal unitive state
From which AUM emanates.

They are like a stream of knowledge
From which a knower cannot drink
Unless he gives up himself.

Is the sound of AUM divided into three
Simply because it contains three letters?
Or is the letter ‘N’ divided into three
because of the three lines by which it is formed?

So long as Unity is undisturbed,
And a graceful pleasure is thereby derived,
Why should not the water find delight
In the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface?

It is in this manner I bow
To the inseparable Shiva and Shakti.

A man returns to himself
When he awakens from sleep;
Likewise, I have perceived the God and Goddess
By waking from my ego.

When salt dissolves,
It becomes one with the ocean;
When my ego dissolved,
I became one with Shiva and Shakti.

-Jnanadev (1275 – 1296)

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My Husband

Admin — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 02:42:49 +0000

My husband

My husband
before leaving on a journey
is still in the house speaking
to the gods and already
separation is climbing like
bad monkeys to the window

Anonymous Sanskrit song
500 – 1000 CE

Trans. W. S. Merwin & Moussaieff Masson

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He who stole my virginity

Admin — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 02:12:27 +0000

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He who stole my virginity

He who stole my virginity
is the same man
I am married to
and these are the same
spring nights and
this is the same moment of
the jasmines opening
with winds just coming of age carrying
the scent of its flowers mingled
with pollen from Kadamba trees
to wake desire
in its nakedness
I am no different yet I
long with my heart
for the delicate
love-making back there under
the dense cane trees
by the bank of theriver
Nam,anda in
the Vindhjya mountains

Anonymous Sanskrit song
500- 1000 CE

Trans. W. S. Merwin & Moussaieff Masson

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What Your PJ’s Say about You Sex Life

Admin — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 14:18:12 +0000

What should you wear to bed when you are wanting a little … er well you know.

Before you answer nothing, let rephrase that.

“What is the style of your nightwear?” asked Lynn Champion and Judy Scott-Kemmis in their book “The Colour of Sex.” “What colour’s do you feel best in?”

Even if your colour blind, different frequencies affect your mood, they claim.

So what do your PJ’s say about you?

Women

Do you prefer short and Sexy Pyjama’s?

You probably need to feel secure in a relationship, as you did as a child.

You want a partner who is strong and protective.

Are you the sexy, mysterious black lace type?

You are in control and ready to seduce your man into a web of love and sensuality by wearing black suspender belt and black stockings before bed. At other times you prefer a black nightgown.

You also love to be seduced in a dramatic way.

Are you the fashion conscious type who must wear the best and latest styles of nightwear?

You are ambitious, strong willed and determined with a lot of energy. This will be reflected in the bedroom.

Do you like long silk or satin nightgowns in white or pastel?

You are a tactile and sensitive person who loves to be appreciated. You enjoy thoughtful and romantic foreplay.

So you adore pretty, floral somewhat sheer nightgowns?

You want a loving, sensual relationship, with tender caresses and lots of cuddling.

Love your comfy pajama’s or nightshirt?

You are practical and down to earth and security is important. You are not very spontaneous but do have a sexual side when you choose it.

Prefer to wear a T-shirt?

You are sporty and practical who like clothing with freedom of movement. You know what you want and are sexually confident.

You prefer his pajamas?

It’s OK for a surprise, state Champion and Scott-Kemmis “you will be giving away your personalty too much” they warn.

“You really want intimacy don’t you?” they ask.

Dou prefer to wear nothing?

You have a confident and strong personality., are competitive ans positive about love and life.

Adventure ans spontaneity are important to you and you like wandering around the house naked.

So you like to dab on your favourite perfume and go to bed in your baby suit?

You are strong, confident and feminine. Romance is important to you.

Champion and Scott-Kemmis research revealed what we all know- men prefer women to wear sexy night wear than nothing at all.

“They prefer something left to the imagination” they said. “Once in bed, undressing each other ispart of the sensual pleasure.”

What mood to you want to set?

Try their colour guide to set the mood:

Black – Mysterious and seductive

Red- very sexual

Pink – gentle, loving andsensual (for those with cool colour tones)

Peach – gentle, communicative and sensual (good for those with warm skin undertones)

White - pure and chaste

What about the men?

Do you wear both pajama tops and bottoms?

You are conventional, practical and down to earth. You know what you like but are probably not the spontaneous type.

Do you wear only pajama bottoms (short or long legged)?

You are more and sensual but still practical.

Do you like silk or silk like boxers?

You are tactie and like the silkiness against your skin. You are romantic and aware of fashion.

So you prefer underpants and T-shirt?

You are practical and feel comfortable. You can throw off the covers orgo off in the middle of the night with ease and feel in control.

So you sleep in your undies only?

You like your freedom – or you have children and would prefer nothing but just in case they hop into bed you feel necessary to be careful. Perhaps you feel you need to protect your most precious asset.

Nothing

You are confident, competitive and very sexual.

Avoid pastels, and while blue is a relaxing colour good for sleeping it is not for seduction.

Choose strong colours like burgundy, red, black, navy or deep green but avoid brown if you hope to turn her on.

Even medium colour are moresexual than pastels, state Champion and Scott-Kemmis.

A final point. Socks, track suits or head coverings are not a turn onn.

If you get cold feet try a water bottle.

“Or have a warm bath or shower before bed” they said

“ Not every night is for romance and sex but having a loving and approachable body next to yours does wonders for companionship.”

(Source: based on pp 153- 155 The Colour of Sex Lynn Champion and Judy Scott-Kemmis).

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Why Are Dimples So Cute?

Admin — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 11:56:53 +0000

While thousands of people shell out millions of dollars to have unsightly dimples removed from their butts, others are actually paying to have them put in their faces.

Dimples, said to be nature’s most appealing defect, is possible through cosmetic surgery, and its popularity is growing.

“I’ve probably done a couple of hundred dimples in the last two years,” says Dr. Gal Aharonov, a board certified facial plastic surgeon with a private practice in Beverly Hills.

“People will fly in from all over the world for it. There’s a certain segment of the population that’s always been fascinated with dimples.”

Dimple- platies are advertised worldwide, but following an episode of the television show, “The Doctors” dimple fabrication they are the rage on the net.

I admit falling for Bollywood star Priety Zinta’s beautiful dimple and now celebrities like Carey Mulligan have taken up instant dimples.

Dimples may become the next star-fueled trend de jour suggests Diane Mapes, author of “How to Date in a Post-Dating World.

“People usually see it on somebody else and then they want it. It’s an imitative type of thing,” Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Dr. Richard Ellenbogen told Maples, “They’re trying to look like some celebrity or model they think is attractive.”

“All sorts of people get them,” he says. “My patients are young and old and from all different types of socioeconomic, ethnic and cultural backgrounds. The people who come in here just love them.”

Why Are Dimples So Attractive?

Aharonov said 65 percent of dimple seekers were woman, almost all seeking cheek dimples. Men sometimes ask for a chin dimple or cleft.

Why would people pay $2200 to $5500, depending on the number, whether chin or cheek and the patient’s geographical location?

“One possibility is because it’s associated with youth,” says Stephen Franzoi, professor of psychology at Marquette University in Milwaukee. “Having dimples would enhance your perception of youthfulness and enhance people’s judgments of your attractiveness.”

There’s also something about having a pair of matching dents that appeals to people on a deeper level, he says.

“What that does is increase the perception of symmetry in your face,” says Franzoi.“There’s a lot of research that faces that a symmetrical are judged to be more attractive than faces that are asymmetrical.”

Dr. Aharonov has another explanation.

“I think part of it is the dynamic nature of dimples” he says. “One second they’re there, the next second they’re not. I think humans — animals, in general — like things that grab your attention. We like things that are shiny, that sparkle. It’s like playing peek-a-boo with a kid.”

Anna Garcia, a 23-year-old insurance agent from Mammoth Lake, California grew up loving the look because of her mother.

“When somebody smiles and they have dimples, it makes their smile so much more beautiful. It adds that little twinkle. I’ve always wanted them” she said. Anna and her sister both had a dimple-plasties done by Dr. Aharonov.

Dimples through the decades

Commonly inherited, dimples are caused by a a small adhesion where the skin is attached to the muscle said Maples. They are revered in some cultures to signify luck or fertility the surgery is not new.

Although, it is now far more sophisticated, artificial dimples via a “specially designed knife … a tiny, keen-edged scoop, and a very fine needle” was touted as early as 1896 in the New York Herald.

In 1936, a New York Isabella Gilbert invented a “dimple machine,” a wire frame that people strapped onto their face at night in order to wake up with a pair of dazzling dents.

“It’s done in the office under local anesthetic and takes about ten minutes,” says Aharonov. “There’s no outside incision — everything’s done on the inside of the mouth.”

Healing can take anywhere from a week to a month, he says, although the dimple itself will take about three weeks to “fall out.” It will appear at all times until it fully heals, after that it will only appear when the person smiles, like a natural dimple.

While Dr Arahanov’s business may be booming, but Dr. Ellenbogen, who says he’s been performing dimple-plasties for 30 years, says it’s not a particularly common request.

“I get maybe four requests a year and three of the four I talk out if it because they’re doing it for the wrong reason,” he says. “Some people think it will make their face look thinner.”

Manhattan plastic surgeon Alan Matarasso, the spokesperson for the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, said its fairly common.

“Most of the time, people are looking for a more chiseled, angular face,” he says. “They express that desire by saying they want dimples” he said.

Of course, some go for a dimple-ectomy.

Danielle Menillo, a 32-year-old legal assistant from Seattle has hated hers since childhood. She describes thm as craters that are annoying and sometimes hurt.

“I feel like I’m not taken seriously because of the dimples” she said.

Read the original article from msnbc health.

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Supreme Sight on the Black Earth

Admin — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 04:00:12 +0000

Some say cavalry and others claim
infantry or a fleet of long oars
is the supreme sight on the black earth.
I say it is the one you love.
Some say cavalry and others claim
infantry or a fleet of long oars
is the supreme sight on the black earth.
I say it is

the one you love. And easily proved.
Didn’t Helen, who far surpassed all
mortals in beauty, desert the best
of men, her king,

and sail off to Troy and forget
her daughter and her dear parents? Merely
Aphrodite’s gaze made her readily bend
and led her far

from her path. These tales remind me now
of Anaktoria who isn’t here,
yet I
for one

would rather see her warm supple step
and the sparkle in her face than watch all
the chariots in Lydia and foot soldiers armored
in glittering bronze.

–Sappho

c. 590 BCE

transl. W. Barnstone

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In a Beauty’s Album

Admin — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 13:29:48 +0000

In a Beauty’s Album

All harmony, all wondrous fairness,
Aloof from passions and the world,
She rests with tranquil unawareness
In her triumphant beauty furled.
When, all about her, eyes hold muster,
Nor friends, nor rivals can be found,
Our other beauties’ pallid round
Extinguished wholly by her luster.

And were you bound I know not where,
Be it to love’s embraces bidden,
Or what choice vision you may bear
In heart’s most private chamber hidden,—
Yet, meeting her, you will delay,
Struck by besmusement in mid-motion,
And pause in worshipful devotion
At beauty’s sacred shrine to pray.

- Aleksandr Pushkin

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