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"Blue Cloud Scratch (21 July 2017) is an exciting new dance scratch night, showcasing works in progress from a diverse range of choreographers, and is curated by Blue Elephant Theatre and Cloud Dance Festival. Blue Cloud Scratch aims to encourage and provide emerging dance artists with opportunities to present their works in progress and receive feedback from audiences and peers".
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“Kane John Mills - Remnants (a Triple Bill)
Choreography/ Performance: Kane John Mills
The individual works’ titles are The Mask You Wear, It keeps me up at night. & Divulge.
The Mask You Wear is heavily influenced by Kane’s long-term health conditions, delving into the façade that people create in order to maintain a false but more idealistic perception of themselves. What happens once you no longer have it in you to sustain this front?
It keeps me up at night. examines an imagined thought process that could occur if someone you knew went missing.
Divulge shares honest & dishonest things that no longer have to stay unsaid.
Recent NSCD graduate Kane John Mills is a Plymouth-born emerging choreographer and dance, theatre and installation artist. He has twice been the recipient of PDSW’s Young Choreographer’s Award, enabling him to create two works with mentorship and funding. He is also passionate about psychology, writing and proofreading/editing and aims to have his own inclusive company in the future.”
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My novel is half-arsedly titled "Trollicide".
Genres: fanfic / splatter / farce / tragedy? / pr0n / cakefic
Heavily inspired by and revolving around... ahem... a... band. :B I finished the novel on November 27 and had time to proofread it once or so before the deadline. It was the first story I'd finished since 2003. :p
If you would like to read the shit I'd be inappropriately happy to send it over. I think.
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I ordered my beautiful business cards from MOO - mini cards with handpicked designs for the back (I sat for hours and chose all my favourite ones!) and a custom logo for the front.
They're enormously popular... people like to sort through the designs to make sure that they got the 'very best' one so they can show off to all their friends. Business Card Win!
Cards are for www.bakercourt.co.uk, and my personal portfolio as a freelance writer at www.staceychamberlain.co.uk.
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From image found at www.princeton.edu/~his291/Print__Shop.html
This engraving of a print shop shows compositors, proofreaders, pressmen, and other workers putting together a book. The print shop served as a meeting place for editors, scholars, and craftsmen. The figure standing below the drying pages on the right appears to be a scholar.
December 26: I inched all the closer to being DONE with the book on trees I've been struggling with for, what, six months now? Yep, since July. I think this must be the record for the slowest book ever.... To celebrate getting the second-to-last chapter out, I went to Nina's and we took a walk. I noticed that her lampshade has a leafy motif. It seemed fitting to use it as my picture for the day. (Anyway, I hadn't taken any others!)
"Blue Cloud Scratch (21 July 2017) is an exciting new dance scratch night, showcasing works in progress from a diverse range of choreographers, and is curated by Blue Elephant Theatre and Cloud Dance Festival. Blue Cloud Scratch aims to encourage and provide emerging dance artists with opportunities to present their works in progress and receive feedback from audiences and peers".
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“Kane John Mills - Remnants (a Triple Bill)
Choreography/ Performance: Kane John Mills
The individual works’ titles are The Mask You Wear, It keeps me up at night. & Divulge.
The Mask You Wear is heavily influenced by Kane’s long-term health conditions, delving into the façade that people create in order to maintain a false but more idealistic perception of themselves. What happens once you no longer have it in you to sustain this front?
It keeps me up at night. examines an imagined thought process that could occur if someone you knew went missing.
Divulge shares honest & dishonest things that no longer have to stay unsaid.
Recent NSCD graduate Kane John Mills is a Plymouth-born emerging choreographer and dance, theatre and installation artist. He has twice been the recipient of PDSW’s Young Choreographer’s Award, enabling him to create two works with mentorship and funding. He is also passionate about psychology, writing and proofreading/editing and aims to have his own inclusive company in the future.”
Copyright of all above descriptions is reserved to Blue Elephant Theatre 2017
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Now that it is spring, my wife Diane is back in her cedar chest, swapping summer clothes for winter clothes.
After I confessed to her about my addiction and gave her my collection, she told me she would keep the panties in the cedar chest with her others. “Whatever panties I don't wear, I will keep in the cedar chest except for the vintage bikini panties.” "I keep those in the back of my drawer." She told me.
"The other panties are too valuable because of their age. I have also put my Aunt Freda's panties, which I am not wearing, in the cedar chest.”
Diane picked out her summer clothes and headed for the bedroom. I walked down the hall when she called me. As I walked into our bedroom, she was putting away the panties when she asked me about three panties she had found in the cedar chest.
“I don’t remember ever wearing these before,” she said. I don’t think you have either; you have so many panties,” I told her. "Yes, Thanks to you, as she chuckled, I have so many that it is hard to keep track of what I have worn and those I have not worn,” she told me.
With the drawer opened, I had to think for a moment before finally remembering they were Gail’s mother’s panties. I started to tell her, “I took these the same night I took the panties with the strawberries.” I told her. She replies these must be the girls' mothers?”
“Maybe, but you must wait until you read my story. It will explain everything. They were part of the vintage collection I gave you because they were unique,” I told her. I do agree that they are unique. I love the flowers," she told me.
She said, “I am dying to read the story now.”
My story is about Gail’s strawberry panties and her mother’s.
Gail was a classmate who was also in some of my classes. I remember her being very pretty from afar, but I already had a girlfriend when I met Diane in February 1972. We have been together ever since.
My father had a lot of vacation time when my parents traveled, and they thought I was old enough to stay alone. As a 17-year-old boy with raging hormones and a girlfriend, we never "Did it" in my house while my parents were away. That was what the backseat in my mother's car was for.
Another fact is that we rented our first apartment two months before we got married when our parents wouldn't let us move in together.
I also don’t remember when Diane and I were alone in the apartment without one of our parents being there. Things were different back then. We had to wait until October 25th, 1975, to marry officially. This year, it will be 49 years.
I now had a girlfriend with a dresser drawer filled with panties, but that didn’t stop me from looking for more.
Interesting fact: Diane's drawer was filled with only (Days of the Week) panties when I first looked in it. I have seen DOTW panties before because I used to pleasure myself with Kathy’s, but when I opened Diane’s drawer the first time, it blew me away because she must have had a month's worth of days.
I remember once when I challenged her to finger wrestle. I told her if I beat her, she had to give me a pair of her panties. I still remember beating her, and she gave me a pair of blue “Thursday” panties, which I put back in her drawer after we were married.
Now, back to the story about Gail’s strawberry panties. It was late at night when I left Diane’s house and headed home.
Our high school yearbooks had everyone's addresses. For some unknown reason, I looked up Gail’s address only to find out she lived near Diane, and now, I wanted to find her house. I guess I was a stalker before they had stalkers.
Driving past her house, I noticed clothes left outside on the clothesline. Her mother must have forgotten they were still outside. It was very late, and I was sure everyone in her house, including the next-door neighbors, would be asleep.
I found a dark place to park, and I remember turning off the dome light before I exited the car. (I saw this trick on TV.) When I left the car and walked towards her house, I kept looking for any lights that might have come on if neighbors saw me—granted, because it was so late. This was again before motion-activated flood lights were invented.
Before going to her backyard, I saw a fence. To ensure there wasn’t a dog in the backyard, I picked up a couple of stones and tossed them at the fence. I hit the fence several times while waiting to hear if a dog barked.
So far, so good, as I listened to no barking from Gail’s backyard or her neighbors. I figured it was now safe. I also hoped a neighbor wasn't watching me as I threw the stones.
I walked up her driveway when I saw there was a carport. (Back then, if you didn’t have a garage, you would park your car in a carport.) I was headed for her backyard but stopped and waited in the dark, ensuring again that no one saw me. Although it was dark and lucky but unlucky for me, a full moon provided enough light to see the clothesline.
I quickly dashed to the clothesline, hoping there would be panties amongst all the hanging clothes, but where?
The moonlight was perfect because I could make out each piece of clothing. As I scanned each line, I saw Gail's twirler uniform and the bloomers she wore underneath. I almost died on the spot when I saw the bloomers. I remember wanting to take them, but that wasn't why I was there.
Now I knew her panties had to be here, but where? All the lines were filled with clothes, but seeing her twirler uniform, I immediately knew they couldn’t be far. It was easy to find panties back then because almost all the girls wore nylon panties. I worked my way down the line, looking at each article of clothing.
With the light bright enough from the full moon guiding me, I saw Gail's and what must be her mother's panties next to each other. A quick observation revealed that each pair was held with one clothespin.
Once I got close enough, it was easy to tell the difference between Gail’s and her mother’s panties. Gail’s mother's panties were much larger than her daughters.
I quickly opened the clothespins, holding each panty with one hand, and took the panty with my other as I moved down the line. As quick as I took each panty was as quick as I shoved them down my pants until I could see there were no panties left.
After not seeing any more panties, their bras were next in line, and they also had a single clothespin. Again, I could tell which bras were Gail's and which were her mother's. Her mother wore a much bigger bra than she did.
I was not interested in bras then, so I didn’t take any. Thinking back, I have had many opportunities to take bras, but I have never taken one. Diane is the only one who is, and she took several at once because I dared her.
Looking back again to see if I missed any panties, I noticed the empty clothespins still attached to the line. I would love to stand beside Gail’s mother when she saw the empty clothespins.
I would also have loved to know Gail's reaction when her mother told her, "Gail, someone stole your panties last night."
I am sure Gail would have to tell her friends that someone stole her panties. I can see her telling her friends. “My mother told me that when she went to bring the clothes in, she found someone had taken hers as well as my panties. Whoever took the panties also took my favorite panty, which had the strawberries on it.”
I double-checked the lines again before leaving to ensure I didn’t miss any. Once I was sure, I knew it was time to return to the dark carport, hopefully without being seen.
With my heart jumping, I made it to the carport. Now, I had to return to the car without being seen. Looking both ways before walking down Gail’s driveway, I think my heart was doing double time. If I were going to be caught, it would be now. Especially with my pants bulging with panties, I knew there was no way I could run if someone were chasing me.
When I returned to the car, I checked to ensure no cars were coming before I drove away. My heart was still beating out of my chest with excitement. I knew the girl and could not believe I scored her panties as well.
I couldn’t wait to look at all the panties I had taken. Once I got home and took them from my pants, “Bingo,” I hit the jackpot after I put all the panties on the table and sorted them out. The first pair I looked at were the panties with the strawberries. I immediately knew they were Gail's because she had no sisters, only a brother.
I remember holding the panty up and starting to look it over. First, I checked the tag, and I could see it was a size small. Next, I looked to see if it was stretched or had any holes. I didn't find anything wrong, so I knew I could give it to Diane to wear.
Besides Gail's strawberry panties, there were also a couple of other bikini panties, which would also end up in Diane's drawer.
With the panties in piles, I knew that besides the bikini panties I had just looked at, the others had to be her mother's.
It was time to look at her mother's panties. After all, they were big, just like Lorraine's mother's, but much fancier. I took three panties from the clothesline that were her mother’s.
They were all similar, so she must have bought them at the same time. Two panties were white, and the other cream-colored, except for two pairs, which had orange flowers; the other had purple flowers.
(Diane just happened to be wearing a pair as I was writing this story)
I wanted to see what size and brand her mother’s panties were. The tag said Carol Brent, size large. Her mother must have purchased them from Montgomery Wards, a high-end store in the 1960s and 1970s that sold Carol Brent lingerie.
As I looked over the “Strawberry” panties, I dreamed that Gail had worn them under her twirler uniform, which the bloomers covered. How great would that have been if the strawberry panties peeked out from under her bloomers?
Once this thought hits me, I immediately became so aroused. I didn’t want to use any of the panties I just took, so I remember quickly running to my mother's bedroom and grabbing the first panty I found. It just happened to be Lorraine’s mother, just in time to let my cum fly.
I wished my mother had seen these panties when she found the others I took. I also wondered if she would have made me give them back or kept them. I bet she would have kept them because they are that nice.
We were still not yet married when I started to give her panties. She thought I was buying them for her, but I wasn't. They were coming from others.
We were out on a date when I took all the panties I had taken from Gail and gave them to Diane. "I love all these panties, especially the panty with the strawberries; they are now my favorite," she tells me.
Being afraid of the panties being stretched out, I tell her.
"Why don't you wear them only on Fridays when we go out? "Okay, and I will call them my “Friday night special.”
There was one time I will never forget. I am getting hard just writing about it. Diane was a dental assistant. I had an appointment, and I remember her wearing a yellow uniform. She reached for something in front of me (Most likely on purpose) only to reveal she was wearing “Gail’s” strawberry panties under her yellow pants. Such a tease! I always wondered if the dentist enjoyed the same view I got.
She told me later, "My mother was doing my laundry the next day because I was now working full time when she came across the yellow uniform with the strawberry panties wrapped around the pants leg." "I hope you didn’t wear these, “As she held up the strawberry panties under your uniform?" Diane has also been quick on her feet. “I had to because when I woke up, I had my period and was late for work, so they were the first pair I grabbed to put on. Don’t worry, Mother, I would never wear anything like those on purpose.” She told me, hoping her mother believed her.
I remember being on a date that night when she whispered in my ear. “My mother saw the "Friday Night Special when I told her I had my period, and they were the first pair I could find." "I am wearing a different pair you gave me,"
Diane’s collection of panties grew to 365 in her drawer at one time. I wanted her to be able to wear a different pair of panties each day for a year. After that, the strawberry panties were not worn as much as before.
Besides the small opening by the leg opening, the panties are in great shape. I don’t think she knows how I came upon them, but she will when I let her read this story.
I am going to repost all my stories after I let Diane proofread them. This will be a first for her as she has never read them.
The first time she read this story, she couldn’t believe the guts I had to walk into someone’s backyard and take their panties. “I am shocked you didn’t get caught and arrested,” she told me. “Yes, I am surprised myself," I told her. “I am glad you took them because I loved wearing my “Friday Night Special” every time we went out back then.
"I wish I had found the big panties sooner because I will be wearing them a lot this summer," she tells me, " especially the next time we go to Karen's beach house.”
Picture of Gail are for Friends only.
I am still deciding what the next story will be about, but I am sure everyone will enjoy it.
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"Blue Cloud Scratch (21 July 2017) is an exciting new dance scratch night, showcasing works in progress from a diverse range of choreographers, and is curated by Blue Elephant Theatre and Cloud Dance Festival. Blue Cloud Scratch aims to encourage and provide emerging dance artists with opportunities to present their works in progress and receive feedback from audiences and peers".
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“Kane John Mills - Remnants (a Triple Bill)
Choreography/ Performance: Kane John Mills
The individual works’ titles are The Mask You Wear, It keeps me up at night. & Divulge.
The Mask You Wear is heavily influenced by Kane’s long-term health conditions, delving into the façade that people create in order to maintain a false but more idealistic perception of themselves. What happens once you no longer have it in you to sustain this front?
It keeps me up at night. examines an imagined thought process that could occur if someone you knew went missing.
Divulge shares honest & dishonest things that no longer have to stay unsaid.
Recent NSCD graduate Kane John Mills is a Plymouth-born emerging choreographer and dance, theatre and installation artist. He has twice been the recipient of PDSW’s Young Choreographer’s Award, enabling him to create two works with mentorship and funding. He is also passionate about psychology, writing and proofreading/editing and aims to have his own inclusive company in the future.”
Copyright of all above descriptions is reserved to Blue Elephant Theatre 2017
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The Torah written by Scribe Julie Seltzer is complete! Now begins the process of proofreading every page to make sure the words are accurate, and the letters are correctly formed.
"Blue Cloud Scratch (21 July 2017) is an exciting new dance scratch night, showcasing works in progress from a diverse range of choreographers, and is curated by Blue Elephant Theatre and Cloud Dance Festival. Blue Cloud Scratch aims to encourage and provide emerging dance artists with opportunities to present their works in progress and receive feedback from audiences and peers".
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“Kane John Mills - Remnants (a Triple Bill)
Choreography/ Performance: Kane John Mills
The individual works’ titles are The Mask You Wear, It keeps me up at night. & Divulge.
The Mask You Wear is heavily influenced by Kane’s long-term health conditions, delving into the façade that people create in order to maintain a false but more idealistic perception of themselves. What happens once you no longer have it in you to sustain this front?
It keeps me up at night. examines an imagined thought process that could occur if someone you knew went missing.
Divulge shares honest & dishonest things that no longer have to stay unsaid.
Recent NSCD graduate Kane John Mills is a Plymouth-born emerging choreographer and dance, theatre and installation artist. He has twice been the recipient of PDSW’s Young Choreographer’s Award, enabling him to create two works with mentorship and funding. He is also passionate about psychology, writing and proofreading/editing and aims to have his own inclusive company in the future.”
Copyright of all above descriptions is reserved to Blue Elephant Theatre 2017
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What happened to that book of paintings which was more attractive before? After I finished passing my eye over all pages one by one, well, by choice I was ever enjoying at strangely unsuitable feeling to look around too ordinary. ... ... ... ... "Oh, it is so, it is this" I remembered the lemon of my kimono sleeve at that time. Piling random color of the books, why don't you try this lemon out.
"Yes, I do"
It caused light excitement in me again. I piled up a lot of books at random, hurriedly crushed it again, and built hurriedly again. I pulled out it newly and added, and removed it. Whenever I pulled out it newly and added, and removed it, the mysterious fantastic castle became red and blue by turns.
That was finally completed. Then, I cautiously installed lemon on top of castle wall, with controlling a heart's jumping lightly for joy. And that was made well.
As far as the eye can reach, that lemon's color, a clattered color's gradation is absorbed quietly into the spindle-shaped body, it was perfectly clear like a clang. I seemed to be strangely tense only in the surroundings of that lemon though air in dusty Maruzen. I was looking at that for a while.
Unexpectedly, the second idea happened. If anything, I jumped at that strange plot.
----That is left alone, I go to the outside as if nothing had happened.----
I felt something tickle. "I think I'll go out. Yes, I'll go out" and I went quickly out of there.
The feeling which tickled strangely made me smile in the town. The monstrous rascal who set the gold bloodcurdling bomb on shelf of Maruzen is me. So, how interesting if the time bomb go off with a center focus on shelf of art in Maruzen after ten minutes!
I pursued eagerly this imagination. "If I do so, it will break an uncomfortable Maruzen into pieces"
And I came down the Kyogoku where the town is attractive mysterious colored by signboards of vitascope.
(Translated, from the Japanese, by Shigeyoshi. Thanks all)
a source book : Obunsha-paperback "Lemon, Kokoro no aru fukei" 10/Dec/1972, a copy of the first edition.
1974 the four edition.
input : j.utiyama
proofreading : Eiji Noguchi
31/Aug/1998 open to the public
23/Aug/1999 revision
Aozora bunko make out file :
This file was made by the library of the Internet, Aozora bunko（http://www.aozora.gr.jp）.
It was everyone of the volunteer that took on input, proofreading and production.