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(Photos by Karl Weisel)
Community members help kick off the Wiesbaden German-American/July Fourth Fest with a 5-kilometer color run on Clay Kaserne and the official opening of the fest in Hainerberg Housing June 28.
I feel bad that I was having a hard time getting inspired with her, so the photos are kinda boring...
A view of the old hydro-power building from the opposite side of the Scantic River. It went out of service when the flood of '55 took out the dam that used to be about where I am taking this photo from and canal on the other side of the river that supplied the hydro power system.
Teatro Comunale di Bologna
Novembre 2010
Powder her face
Opera da camera in due atti
Libretto di Philip Hensher
direttore Philip Walsh
luci Vincenzo Raponi
regia, scene e costumi Pier Luigi Pizzi
Duchess
Olga Zhuravel
Hotel Manager, Duke,Laundryman, Other guest
Nicholas Isherwood
Electrician, Lounge Lizard, Waiter,Priest, Rubbernecker, Delivery Boy
Mark T. Panuccio
Maid, Confidante, Waitress,Mistress, Rubbernecker,Society Journalist
Zuzana Marková
ORCHESTRA DEL TEATRO COMUNALE DI BOLOGNA
TECNICI DEL TEATRO COMUNALE DI BOLOGNA
www.tcbo.it/dettaglio_opera.asp?ID_EVENTO=661
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Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald, "Eulogy of the Flapper", 1922
“...she covered her face with powder and paint because she didn’t need it and she refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do.”
And of course I need to wear earrings while sandpapering the ceiling...
Jennifer used to eat mustard powder.
She hid it from the adults, they wouldn't understand. She ate it to make her stronger. Every attempt to put it in her mouth brought tears but she was convinced that, in the end, it would make the difference. Then she could fix Father. If she could breathe after a teaspoon of mustard, why then she could live through anything. She never managed much more than the tip of the spoon before he was gone and when she stopped crying she threw away the mustard and the spoon.
Some say she was traumatised but others believed she was just sick of mustard.
No one noticed when she hid the cayenne under the bed.