how many stories before I fall tag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-1732088 2008-12-09T09:47:30-05:00 TypePad the spider's song tag:typepad.com,2003:post-59745910 2008-12-09T09:47:30-05:00 2008-12-09T16:35:12-05:00 This image is available for purchase on my ImageKind Store johntunger

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This image is available for purchase on my ImageKind Store

 the revolution tag:typepad.com,2003:post-59307640 2008-12-02T09:38:59-05:00 2008-12-02T09:38:59-05:00 Marcie Vargas

Therevolution

the message tag:typepad.com,2003:post-59306264 2008-12-01T13:49:04-05:00 2008-12-01T13:49:04-05:00 Marcie Vargas

Message

tiny earthquakes tag:typepad.com,2003:post-56358347 2008-09-30T20:19:40-04:00 2008-09-30T20:19:40-04:00 Marcie Vargas <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><a href="http://johntunger.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/09/30/tiny_earthquakes.jpg"><img height="600" border="0" width="800" src="http://stories.marcievargas.com/images/2008/09/30/tiny_earthquakes.jpg" title="Tiny_earthquakes" alt=marcie vargas, visual poetry, tiger lily, orange lily, earthquakes, love" /></a> </p></div> i will never starve no.1 tag:typepad.com,2003:post-56147548 2008-09-25T22:05:52-04:00 2008-09-27T13:56:35-04:00 Marcie Vargas

marcie vargas, visual poetry, statuary hand, statuary, hand, bite the hand that feeds

More Las Vegas tag:typepad.com,2003:post-60062610 2008-09-23T10:00:22-04:00 2008-12-15T21:07:37-05:00 Had some adventures in Las Vegas, one of which was going to Red Square, a Russian restaurant at the Mandalay Bay resort. The restaurant features an ice bar, a room chilled to five degrees where they keep their vast vodka... johntunger

Had some adventures in Las Vegas, one of which was going to Red Square, a Russian restaurant at the Mandalay Bay resort. The restaurant features an ice bar, a room chilled to five degrees where they keep their vast vodka collection. One of our dinner companions, Lee LeFever, graciously treated us to the experience, so we all donned giant Russian coats and hats and went on in.

Here is Chris Carfi, me, and the vodka hostess in the ice bar. I was freezing, but it really wasn't colder than any winter Michigan day.

Me_carfi

Next up: (l to r) Lee LeFever, John T. Unger and Doc Searls:

Lee_john_doc

John likes to climb things:

John_in_the_ice_room

I bailed first, however, I just don't like to be cold. The food was superb, as was the company.

 Vargas in Vegas tag:typepad.com,2003:post-60062608 2008-09-23T07:32:30-04:00 2008-12-15T21:07:37-05:00 Here is my brain on Las Vegas...Had a good time at BlogWorld 2008, had some excellent adventures with some excellent people, rode more escalators then I knew even existed, and didn't even spend a solitary dime at the casinos. johntunger

Here is my brain on Las Vegas...Had a good time at BlogWorld 2008, had some excellent adventures with some excellent people, rode more escalators then I knew even existed, and didn't even spend a solitary dime at the casinos.

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ignorance is bliss tag:typepad.com,2003:post-55753710 2008-09-17T12:47:55-04:00 2008-09-27T13:55:09-04:00 Marcie Vargas

marcie vargas, visual poetry, photographic comic, angel, baby picture, daisy, daisy petals

full text version of "everyone knew" tag:typepad.com,2003:post-55725428 2008-09-16T21:12:19-04:00 2008-09-16T21:12:19-04:00 To read the entire poem on my other site, click here. Marcie Vargas

To read the entire poem on my other site, click here.

 everyone knew tag:typepad.com,2003:post-60062606 2008-09-16T21:10:09-04:00 2008-12-15T21:07:37-05:00 I know who you are, she says stubbing a cigarette out with worn yellow fingers you lived on Lincoln Avenue with that boy didn�??t you? we could hear your screams from 3 blocks away johntunger <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>I know who you are,<br />she says <br />stubbing a cigarette out<br />with worn yellow fingers<br />you lived on Lincoln Avenue<br />with that boy<br />didn�??t you?<br />we could hear your screams<br />from 3 blocks away</p><p>he was always <br /> bad news,<br /> even as<br /> a kid<br /> was no big surprise<br /> where he ended up<br /> she says<br /> sparking <br /> yet another <br /> Winston 100</p> <p> we would <br /> see you<br /> around town<br /> those days<br /> head down<br /> black eyed<br /> puffy lipped</p> <p> we just kept<br /> to ourselves&nbsp; <br /> she says<br /> no sense <br /> getting involved<br /> in other people's<br /> ...business</p> <p> she exhales<br /> smoothly<br /> through coral<br /> painted lips</p> <p> the smoke hangs<br /> between us<br /> like an<br /> empty <br /> word balloon</p> <p>(to see the photopoetic version on my other site, click <a href="http://stories.marcievargas.com/everyone_knew/index.html">here</a>.)</p></div>