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LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

Yes, it was.

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)

(These photos carry copyright protection. Do NOT post them elsewhere! )

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THE 'NUDES' ARE PROPERLY MARKED EITHER RESTRICTED OR MODERATE ON ADDA'S SITE! (EVERYONE PHOTOGRAPHED IS OVER 18-YEARS-ONLY!) There is NO stolen PORN on my site!

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NOTE: MY photos are NOT to be used or reproduced, COPIED, BLOGGED, USED in any way shape or form. Understand clearly these are my photographs and use of them by anyone is an infringement of my copyrights and personal artistic property!

© All rights reserved. Use without permission is illegal

*************************************** ***********

NOTE:

Viewers should be aware that these photos are viewed by a wide variety of folks and inappropriate X & R rated & RUDE comments shall be removed forthwith

October 9, 2009

LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

Yes, it was.

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)

(These photos carry copyright protection. Do NOT post them elsewhere! )

============================

THE 'NUDES' ARE PROPERLY MARKED EITHER RESTRICTED OR MODERATE ON ADDA'S SITE! (EVERYONE PHOTOGRAPHED IS OVER 18-YEARS-ONLY!) There is NO stolen PORN on my site!

============================

NOTE: MY photos are NOT to be used or reproduced, COPIED, BLOGGED, USED in any way shape or form. Understand clearly these are my photographs and use of them by anyone is an infringement of my copyrights and personal artistic property!

© All rights reserved. Use without permission is illegal

*************************************** ***********

NOTE:

Viewers should be aware that these photos are viewed by a wide variety of folks and inappropriate X & R rated & RUDE comments shall be removed forthwith

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a comunidad indígena de Abia Yala, ubicada en la zona Oeste de Panamá, será la primera comunidad impactada por el programa internacional de alfabetización “Write Her Future” impulsado por Lancôme Panamá en asociación con ProLiteracy y las organizaciones locales Coordinadora Nacional de Mujeres Indígenas de Panamá (CONAMUIP) y el Centro de Estudios y Acción Social Panameño (CEASPA).

El proyecto que ha sido presentado en el marco del Día Mundial de la Alfabetización, busca mejorar las habilidades de lectoescritura de un grupo de mujeres a través de la plataforma digital “Leamos” desarrollada por ProLiteracy, al tiempo que se obtendrán datos sobre el nivel de alfabetización e información sociodemográfica de la comunidad Abia Yala.

“Write Her Future cristaliza el compromiso de Lancôme de empoderar a las mujeres a través del acceso a la educación y tutoría para el espíritu empresarial, para que puedan escribir un futuro más feliz y lograr la realización personal. Como una de las marcas de belleza de lujo líderes en el mundo, tenemos la responsabilidad de ayudar a abordar los desafíos sociales”, indicó Mariana Malo, directora de maketing de L’Oreal Luxe Centroamérica.

De igual forma, el desarrollo de “Write Her Future”, el Programa Filantrópico Internacional de Lancôme, permitirá adelantar un manual enfocado en el desarrollo comunitario adaptado al contexto y retos de la comunidad Guna, además de brindar capacitación en temas de desarrollo comunitario y alfabetización digital.

De acuerdo con las últimas cifras de la UNESCO, en Panamá existen 132,219 personas mayores de 15 años que no saben leer ni escribir. En su mayoría pertenecen a grupos vulnerables como personas con discapacidad, trabajadores agrícolas, población indígena y mujeres mayores de 60 años, quienes ocupan una población superior al 54%.

“La misión de Lancôme es cuidar a todas las mujeres alrededor del mundo, haciéndolas no solo más hermosas por fuera, sino también ayudándoles a sentirse empoderadas y lograr la realización personal por dentro. Creemos que tenemos la fuerza para promover cambios positivos en la sociedad, fomentando el empoderamiento femenino a través de la educación”, agregó Malo.

El programa “Write Her Future” forma parte del compromiso global de la marca Lancôme para combatir el analfabetismo entre las casi 516 millones de mujeres con bajo nivel de alfabetización en el mundo.

This sign was along the south bank of the Thames near Shakespeare's Globe. I thought it could be an interesting shot for the blog.

So.What makes me write this is that I´m just so annoyed by myself!! I always fear so damn much what others could think about me.Everytime I tell myself to be more confident....BUT IT DOESN`T WORK! I´m so unsure of myself that I can´t:

-take pics (that are no snapshots) of any other people than me

-let somebody else take my picture(only my sis can do it but i´m just smilin shy like an idiot then..)

-take a picture when somebody is looking

-doing more special pictures if someone is even in the house and could come into my room

-subscribe or fave someone´s photos (and if I do I always think his/her gorgeous photo/stream will be stained (don´t know if its the right word) just by someone who´s as ugly and untalented as me!)

-tell anybody,that I know, about this stream,because i fear they would laugh about me.And that means I cant put all the pictures of my sister or anybody else on it because I would have to ask her before I publish her on the Internet, what means I would have to tell her about this stream.

-ask anybody in real life how to take better photos because he/she would want to see mine first.

-ask anybody in Internet because I just can´t do it! I am too bad,bad,bad to make anybody waste his time with helping me(but I think I wouldn´t understand it anyway because I don´t know enough English for that)

All of this means,that getting better is really difficult.But because I have no selfesteem I would never think I could be as good as most people here.

I know that nobody will read this,because it´s too long (one more negative aspect of me - I cant make anything short) but it just feels good to have it written...

Write to me flickr.do.am

LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

Yes, it was.

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)

(These photos carry copyright protection. Do NOT post them elsewhere! )

============================

THE 'NUDES' ARE PROPERLY MARKED EITHER RESTRICTED OR MODERATE ON ADDA'S SITE! (EVERYONE PHOTOGRAPHED IS OVER 18-YEARS-ONLY!) There is NO stolen PORN on my site!

============================

NOTE: MY photos are NOT to be used or reproduced, COPIED, BLOGGED, USED in any way shape or form. Understand clearly these are my photographs and use of them by anyone is an infringement of my copyrights and personal artistic property!

© All rights reserved. Use without permission is illegal

*************************************** ***********

NOTE:

Viewers should be aware that these photos are viewed by a wide variety of folks and inappropriate X & R rated & RUDE comments shall be removed forthwith

see more here: buzz24.me/online-job-posting-500-per-week-to-share-articl...

Write This Down.

May 7, 2010

@ The Garage.

Well, here I am at almost 14 weeks and nothing really to write home about. I have a little pot-belly (it doesn't look so much like one because my arms are above my head, I'll do that different next time...), and my jeans are getting tighter even though I haven't gained any weight. They're getting tighter because my hips are getting bigger. Ooooh yay...

I also realized that I'm not very good at taking pictures of my belly. I think next time the tripod needs to be raised a little higher. I'm sure that soon I will be covering that door-knob that's in the background.

I guess that's really all the description I have for this picture. I had something else to say, but my brain has really turned to mush. I thought it was just a myth, this baby-brain thing that pregnant women talk about, but turns out it's completely true. Or maybe this is how I always am and now I just have an excuse :)

And, why yes, I do have a flat butt. I'm actually sticking it out here a little. I know. Sexy.

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LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

Yes, it was.

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)

(These photos carry copyright protection. Do NOT post them elsewhere! )

============================

THE 'NUDES' ARE PROPERLY MARKED EITHER RESTRICTED OR MODERATE ON ADDA'S SITE! (EVERYONE PHOTOGRAPHED IS OVER 18-YEARS-ONLY!) There is NO stolen PORN on my site!

============================

NOTE: MY photos are NOT to be used or reproduced, COPIED, BLOGGED, USED in any way shape or form. Understand clearly these are my photographs and use of them by anyone is an infringement of my copyrights and personal artistic property!

© All rights reserved. Use without permission is illegal

*************************************** ***********

NOTE:

Viewers should be aware that these photos are viewed by a wide variety of folks and inappropriate X & R rated & RUDE comments shall be removed forthwith

نعم...أحببتك...

نعم...عشقتك..

منذ الوهلة الأولى!!

وتفننت في أحلامي لألتقيك..

لأسرقك لنفسي...لأنتشي من كأس هواك..

ومرت الأيام...وأنا أستلذه دون أن تعلم!

BTW >>>> it's only my writtings, that doesn't mean that I'm going through that !!!

I usually write about things I saw or heared..well my imagination works weel with

movies 2...soooo NOTHING IS REAL !!!!

كتاباتي مب لازم اتكون ناتجه عن تجربه شخصيه...ممكن من أشياء حولي

والأفلام والمسلسلات وااااايد تنفع ..ههه

Salutations from Helsinki, Finland.

Ello'

Today was yucky and lame...

hope tomorrow brings something better.....

I was for many months no not exactly many but 4 months a little child making blog castles in the air on Buzznet Bloggers Beach.. wondrous surprise and the AlaskanFern, wintry temptations of blistered nights, awowals of marriage poor old fart of a designer ,Barkis was willing..Dickensian recapitulations..the folly of falling from the heated cauldron into a fire once again, again both none typical Americans, both indigenous lovers of wordy flight.,, the madness that had set my soul on fire and Diana my Tantric hair stylist English once a Wiccan now besotted by her Jodhpur Guru Kailash Baba had added the dread extensions God alone knows what else.. sea shells, mantras, other voodoish stuff .. beyond the purview of your western mind.. my Alaskan madness and ready to walk out on my wife and family.. then the trip to Lucknow unthought and unplanned my visit to the barber and my meeting the Naaga Sadhus who loved my hair asked me the same as a gift jokingly and me seriously ,rushing to the barber blinded like Samson and having it scalped.. when the locks fell to the floor they were writhing like baby snakes hatching from their eggs,, the barber used to such mysteries asking me whether I wanted to take it home to burn the spirits within.. me paying him extea money to place the same on the Ling of Shiva on the watery ghat and float it in the waters of the Holy Ganges..

My son Saif used to cry each time he saw my knocking my head as the pain was unbearable and my silver thick bracelets would leave deep marks I had begun balding as the weight used to bear the entire hive of my dreads down.. after a bath.. in a way it was Saifs silent love for me that got rid off my bewitched dreadlocks.

Today I am at peace..slip of the tongue..words mutilate my sentences become thoughts of her.. the Peace that I love that wars with me ..but is succumbing to the power of my voiceless cries.. of love that was thrust upon us without each being aware of it.. a Medicine Wheel within a wheel of Madness..I have no pretensions of being a writer or poet it all happened online.. the dams of my misfortune burst I began inundating the very fields I had ploughed single handedly.I love my wife I dont believe in polygamy at all..but the mind of man is polygamous to all love .. only the indegenous heart would know.. the baptised and the christened dont know what they are missing.. this is not a one night stand.You dont need to spoil brat your cock to make love to a woman.. holding myself in my hand I can open the gates of Paradise.

And if St Peter is no at the gates you can be sure he is making it out with Mother Theresa..this is love and you dont need keys to open it.

And I wrote a long lengthy missive that just disappeared online ,no trace , no history,my love thoughts dont have a bank vault for saving.. I delete everything.. no reminders no collectibles , just the strokes of the 12 inches knives on my back that bleed tears of impoverished love and sorrow.

And I write only for her.. you read me out of curiosity of a voyeur,, I hope you can unlearn from me what ws taught to you by your doomed holy scriptures of Original Sin..

And fall in love with pure pristine fashion and get wet as I do as I finger flirt to flatter her as an imperfect woman but a perfect mother.. you cant add apatch or restitch your destiny in the clothes that make up the soul of your son.

Saul Williams is not for me.. I am an old man .. unmusical is my existence the cadence of my love notes come from her bra less heartbeats..I discovered myself to late in life 53 years to be exact.. if the ocean did not separate me from her I would each night serenade her family with the silence of my voiceless pain.. such is love when it blooms late in life..even on the bald pate of a crotchety cactus like me.. thorned to hurt myself.

We all write poetry ,but lovers over write it on hearts ..that are like blotting papers.. only the tears like embedded smudges remain of a the parchment of a soul that has its divinity vortexed to the mouth of of a shredder..

YesI DO LOVE YOU..

And Amichai or Yeats Neruda cant speak my tongue..the taste it has for you every time I bite into my tongue the drop of blood tells me that you are real just pretending to be an automative response to keep a wolf at bay..

A voice tells me she must have got it,, my long missive,,,,the purity of a mans thought cannot be flushed indiscreetly.

picture of British Residency, an old post of disastrous failed love one sided online

Pen