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A small collection of CoDA 'sobriety' tokens. CoDA is Codependents Anonymous, a group that functions very similarly to AA, except for people who suffer from Codependency, rather than Alcoholism. Tokens would be awarded based on a period of time in which the person has remained "sober". I'm not exactly sure what the sobriety equivalent is for Codependency. Anyway, should I ever find myself afflicted, I'm set on tokens for the first year at least.
I always believed that those who never expected much were somehow less disappointed.
Avoidance of disappointment, however, does not contribute to the satisfaction quotient - they are different ball games entirely.
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(8 octobre 2009) Nora BERRA, Secrétaire d'Etat chargée des Aînés, a visité
un des centres multidisciplinaire d’hébergement,
« SELFHELP », utilisant des technologies innovantes et une large variété de
prestations de services permettant aux résidents de vivre de façon autonome.
Designed by Chicago architect Howard Van Doren Shaw in 1917, this neighborhood was created industrialist Clayton Mark. It was a planned community, middle class, with the goal of providing affordable housing, retail and a school. Unfortunately, industry exploded in the area. Refineries, steel, chemical plants. The community is surrounded on all sides. Square blocks have been demolished, the retail cornerstone is abandoned and crumbling (that's where I shot these photos.) Most of the houses are falling apart. Those families that remain, mostly Hispanic, are doing their best to maintain what they have. Difficult, since much is abandoned.
Many are townhouses - one side of the house is abandoned, rotting, roof caved in, while on the other side of the common wall, is a nicely maintained home. Sad, really.
Samantha Pearl, Faye Castelow, Cath Whitefield (Standing) & Ony Uhiara (Seated) in HOW TO BE AN OTHER WOMAN [Image © Simon Kane www.simonkanephotography.co.uk]
♪ U2 ~ Pride (In The Name Of Love) ♫
She went first and ran into a few problems, (see her feet!), but talked me into doing it by coaching me with the right techniques. I didn't feel a thing...it was awesome!!!
In The Name Of Love ~U2 Lyrics
One man come in the name of love
One man come and go.
One man come he to justify
One man to overthrow.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed up on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
Fresh from the era of the Great Depression and the last year of World War II, this vintage blockbuster is one of the original 'live-your-best-life-now' types of books. It was written by Margery Wilson, a Hollywood silent film star-cum-director-cum-femininist-cum-etiquette expert who was widely admirely as one of the most gracious and well-poised women of her time.
Wilson offers wonderful advice in this book that's as spot-on today as it was back in the 30s, 40s and 50s when she had legions of female fans who bought her books, purchased her etiquette lesson guides, enrolled in her clases, and flocked to her speaking engagements.
After learning more about this plucky, confident and feminine feminist, I can easily understand why she had such a following and is still quoted and referred to today in various blogs by lovers of vintage living and popular, mainstream self-help authors alike.
Margery Wilson viewed her books as guides to what she called "joyous living". This book, her sixth, "How to Live Beyond Your Means," is absolutely priceless, and I'm not at all surprised that it's so scarce. I don't really want to give it up either! ...Hint, Hint... Get it before I change my mind!
-What can a blind figure skater and a visionary writer teach single and couples how to get everything they want in a romantic and professional relationship?
-What do dogs sense that most unhappy people ignore?
-What special abilities do you need to have more power, grace and injury prevention on and off the ice?
-What lesson on scripting for success could Hillary Clinton use to save the election and be the next democrat president?
-How can you live a happy, prosperous, rantic life when so many people are suffering in the world
-What's the dirty multi-billion dollar trick the media plays to get you hooked and how can you use it to be happy and successful?
Featuring the following dinner parties:
1.) French Dinner
2.) Chicken Dinner
3.) Steak Dinner
4.) Polynesian Dinner
Week Thirteen/Fifty-two: 3.26.10 - 4.1.10
Journaling has always been cathartic for me. Ever since I was a little girl, I have kept a journal. I used to think that I would be a writer like Laura Ingalls Wilder, and I wanted to have journals recording the events of my life that I could look back at later and use as material for my novels. Later, writing became a way to deal with my feelings when they were overwhelming, which was a lot of the time. In high school I journaled constantly - I carried my journals everywhere and I wrote a lot. I also started writing poems and stories, and I have notebooks full of those as well, but I mostly kept them separate from my journal writing.
In college, my journaling went electronic. I started a livejournal, then a myspace, and eventually a facebook page. Journaling became public - something for everyone else's consumption. This was not a bad thing. One of the major reasons I journaled was because I felt like I had no one to talk to about the things I was feeling. So, I wrote. Electronic journaling became a way to share thoughts and feelings from a safe place - really me, but protected behind a screen. There is an emotional dissociation that people tend to have with electronic text that let me post whatever I wanted and share what was in my mind, and still not feel like I was being too revealing, even though the people reading what I was writing knew me in real life.
And now, it's back to paper again. My photos have become a journal of sorts. Some chronicling my daily adventures, others taken for their emotive or evocative qualities, and still others thought and sight experiments to let me refine my own aesthetic vision and technical abilities.
Journaling has always been cathartic for me. Ever since I was a little girl, I have kept a journal. I used to think that I would be a writer like Laura Ingalls Wilder, and I wanted to have journals recording the events of my life that I could look back at later and use as material for my novels. Later, writing became a way to deal with my feelings when they were overwhelming, which was a lot of the time. In high school I journaled constantly - I carried my journals everywhere and I wrote a lot. I also started writing poems and stories, and I have notebooks full of those as well, but I mostly kept them separate from my journal writing.
In college, my journaling went electronic. I started a livejournal, then a myspace, and eventually a facebook page. Journaling became public - something for everyone else's consumption. This was not a bad thing. One of the major reasons I journaled was because I felt like I had no one to talk to about the things I was feeling. So, I wrote. Electronic journaling became a way to share thoughts and feelings from a safe place - really me, but protected behind a screen. There is an emotional dissociation that people tend to have with electronic text that let me post whatever I wanted and share what was in my mind, and still not feel like I was being too revealing, even though the people reading what I was writing knew me in real life.
And now, it's back to paper again. My photos have become a journal of sorts. Some chronicling my daily adventures, others taken for their emotive or evocative qualities, and still others thought and sight experiments to let me refine my own aesthetic vision and technical abilities.