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She scattered the clues about them, connected dots leaving one baffled and the other more intrigued. “Do others often have a hard time …” —DING!— check that diagnostic question off the list. She persisted in laying scattered pieces of imagery in their minds, forming it visually into a ball before their eyes, before dropping it again for adding another piece.

Somewhere out there Fernlund still longed to be connected, calls, voicemails, and finally even Facebook messages provoking her gone unheeded, he knew he was in the cold with nothing to offer. She had ever been truthful, and faithful, and he thought her all the more … for it.

Batman, the nickname which would spark the right ID for that guy for those in the know, was training her. A male mentor qualified, once an officer and a gentleman, now he trains Navy Seals. Right in time too, because her best brunch buddy, an awesome psychologist, had tapped in his lawyer friend, calling in the troops as it were in her defense based on their last catch-up. His perspective was to build up a defense, and that it seemed she was the target of … after all.

She had met with her contact at the >>> and all had gone well, thumbs up and moving forward. He’d done as she’d asked out of necessity as she’d guessed, not out of having followed the emailed instructions. Oh well, not much harm there… that’s why there had been the in-person meeting. In the end, she still owed him much, and hoped that while he’d been after her for it for months, that she was trying to be quite careful in her calculations of timing and ….

Soon the San Diego Reader would have a cover story exposing at least some portion of the overall story in which she found herself embroiled. Still, she couldn’t imagine the rest of it connecting as Giles lawyer friend did. She kept it in mind as Jack Reacher and Patricia Cornwell’s names wandered into her consciousness.

I wish I were anonymous, then I could make sense. Instead, here I am blogging hoping only those intended see, and those not either wave it aside, or wait for the novel to be published. We need that database, these kids need justice. Can we get it? Could we recreate it? Do the … have it?

I’m to finish a neurolinguistically coded script which ultimately will be published as … specifically targeting have greatest reach to it’s one specific audience. I find I’m emotionally involved on this task, I know how mission critical it is… Time is also short, as I think I found a ‘culture fit’ and am happy to have a distraction from the more-than-I-needed-to-know-about-the-world work.

She concluded the blog post reminding them that they were each the only readers, each having been drawn to the page by their own curiosity if even… and that she’d confessed her performance… a clown, a singer, a designer, a dreamer.

#oneApart #anonymous #WT #database #US #UK #AU

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Angie Baby

October 12, 2016

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All Along the Watchtower…

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Only God Knows

Some things only God knows.

I picked up the book having read it’s spine on the shelf of the library, one which held another book which would likewise shape my spine, “Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret”. I remember the day I read the blurb in the paper about the book which had inspired book burnings. What could possibly be so bad that they’d take it out of schools? I remember the wonder and immediate question to strike my heart thereafter: would I find a copy in my library?

Who recalls what I did the moments between the thought and entering the library seeking out Judy Blume and checking out “The Luckiest Girl in the World”?

Only God knows.

Thomasboro Elementary check-out records could fill in more of the story, if those kind of records still exist all these years later. Are you surprised to learn I’d find Judy‘s book, and forget the entire story of the luckiest girl in the world?

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Dear Diary

Hey there. You missed me?

It’s only been twenty years or so?

Yesterday I feared going outside. No. Not all together, just after I went “pink”. I promised my mother I’d confess later, and here I am.

Where to begin?

Oh, to start I have already confessed to wanting to be God’s intern, or having already applied and having been accepted, as well as having requested his job should ever want to leave a woman in charge while on vacation or something.

If that doesn’t do me in, I don’t know what will.

 

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You’re Spunky!

Throughout the course of mankind women and girls have been subject to the pressure of social messages instructing and reinforcing them as to how to “do” their gender, and as to how to be real, or true women. These ideals are then repeated or reproduced through their enactments and learned by successive generations with slight modifications accommodating for changes in the times, or namely the economy and politics. Simply put—the ideals of true womanhood are formed, reinforced, and passed down through generations of women.

Society’s expectations of women in regard to feeding, infertility, childbearing, particularly as social attitudes and technologies have changed.

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San Diego Baxley’s

Baxley Family Armorial

I’ve been hard at work publishing all of my sister Heather’s genealogy research that she’s been completing over the last several years, focused mainly on our Hilton lineage.

Update: See Family Tree / Eve to Angela Marié.

Meanwhile, the Baxley’s come from the Anglo-Saxon tribes that ruled over Britain, and are from Sussex and Buckingham where they’ve held a family seat from early times.

The Lifeguards: A Reminiscence of West Coast Beaches in the 1950s by Robert C. BaxleyMy dad, Melvin, called me to remind me of an important and timely key point in my life… every single Baxley in the United States is related—all of William Baxley, who landed in Maryland in 1663.

Then he told me that one of my relatives lived locally in San Diego, Superior Court Judge Robert Baxley, or “Bax” as friends called him (see bracelet on the cover of “The Lifeguards, A Reminiscence of West Coast Beaches in the 1950’s” by Robert C. Baxley). Yes, “called” as in past tense. I’m once again heart broken to learn I won’t meet another legendary human on this earth.

However, I hope his friends will help me out.

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Rape of Lucrece

The first time I was in Rome… I escaped a sexual assault.

What happens on the steps… happens on Facebook!This guy wanted to woo an American blonde.Scalinata della Trinità…

Posted by Angela Glass on Friday, September 19, 2008

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Syrian War in Review

Syria's war: A 5-minute history

To understand the bloody, convoluted war happening inside and outside of Syria's borders, you need to watch this:

Posted by Ezra Klein on Wednesday, October 14, 2015

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Angie was a Rolling Stone

Momma used to sing to me, “Angie baby, you’re a special lady….”

Jon Wurster, drummer for Superchunk, and the Mountain Goats on Helen Reddy’s “Angie Baby”

“Possibly the most frightening song ever written. It’s the story of this girl, Angie, who’s described as ‘a little touched.’ She lives in her own imagination, and she’s listening to this rock station all the time. And then this creepy guy who’s been lurking outside of her house comes over and convinces her to let him hang out with her. But the music is so loud that he’s thrown off his game and he’s disoriented. And as she turns the radio down, he gets physically smaller, and he’s sucked into the radio. Then the scariest line ever is ‘never to be found.’ He’s in there forever! I think as a child, that’s what scared me the most. Like, Cannibal Corpse and Slayer, bands like that, they sing about being mutilated and butchered – but I don’t think any of their songs are as scary as a song with the idea of being shrunken down and sucked into a radio for eternity.”

Read more at RollingStone.com

Video by John Wilson, Fine Art Films, for The Sonny & Cher Show.

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Allen Eugene Rodman: December 30, 1974 – October 31, 2015

Allen Eugene Rodman (December 30, 1974-October 31, 2015)

Allen Eugene Rodman (December 30, 1974-October 31, 2015)

Allen Eugene Rodman, Kirkwood Police Officer, passed away on Saturday, October 31, 2015 in St. Louis, Missouri. Allen was buried in Woodland Cemetery in Van Wert, Ohio.

He was the beloved of Jessica Marie Dacus, the son and first born of Wanda Carolyn and the late Graydon Rodman, and a loving father of Michal l’Lena and Evan Elijah Rodman, and to Christopher and Shelby.

Allen will be missed by his only brother, Burton Lowell Rodman, his family and his mother.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.

And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie, by Bob Dylan

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Love my morning cup @SmellyCatCoffee

Cathy’s son RJ roasts Smelly Cat’s beans on a vintage red-and-gold Probat coffee roaster that weighs close to a ton.

I was thrilled when Kyle recently served me my very first cappuccino in a proper cup—I’ve been waiting for that moment since I’d arrived back home in Charlotte!

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Oh! Breathe Not His Name
by Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

OH! breathe not his name,—let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid;
Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o’er his head.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Niblick

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Botany of Desire : Cannabis

Featuring Michael Pollan and based on his best-selling book, The Botany of Desire: A Plant’s-Eye View of the World, this special takes viewers on an eye-opening exploration of the human relationship with the plant world, seen from the plants’ point of view of four familiar species—the apple, the tulip, cannabis and the potato.

Watch Full-Length Program on PBS. See more from BOTANY OF DESIRE.

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ANONYMOUS and Watchtower Serial Pedophiles of San Diego

Anonymous

This post is prompted tonight by my personal experience with…

“not bringing reproach upon Jehovah’s organization”.

Most Jehovah’s Witnesses

have no idea there are 24,000+ pedophiles who have hidden among the silent lambs

in their congregations…

San Diego ABC 10 News reported obtaining video of admitted child molester Jehovah’s Witness Gonzalo Campos.

“I did abuse him,” said Campos in the video. “I touched his private parts.

Testimony of Gonzalo Campos

Accused JW pedophile confession on camera released by San Diego ABC 10 News.  

Team 10 asked if Zalkin believed it’s widely known that there are sexual abuse problems inside Jehovah’s Witnesses.

“No, no and it needs to be brought to the public’s attention,” Zalkin said. “They have been operating in secrecy and at will for decades.”

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James Raymond Jordan, Memorial# 6923530 @ theResurrectionDiaries

James Raymond Jordan, Memorial# 6923530 @ theResurrectionDiaries

James Raymond Jordan, Sr. (July 31, 1936 – July 23, 1993) of Lumberton, North Carolina, was the American father of baseball and basketball player Michael Jordan and James R. Jordan, Jr., and the grandfather of University of Central Florida players Jeffrey Jordan and Marcus Jordan. A lifelong baseball fan, Jordan had played a large role in inspiring his son Michael to become an athlete. Jordan traveled the United States to follow Michael’s career, first at the University of North Carolina and then with the Chicago Bulls.

Cross Over Jordan, the Carolinan

While returning from a funeral, Jordan pulled into a rest stop near the intersection of Interstate 95 and State Road 74 just south of Lumberton, North Carolina to take a nap. Daniel Green and Larry Martin Demery spotted the car, a red Lexus SC400 coupe with the North Carolina License plate that read “UNC0023”, Michael had recently purchased for him.

Father and son, the image of love.

Father and son, the image of love.

Green and Demery shot Jordan to death while he slept in his car and then stole the vehicle. His body was found on August 3 in a swamp in Bennettsville, South Carolina, and was not positively identified until August 13.

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Angela Baxley Glass, arrested for singing joyfully with the tail lights out.

[Insert arrest photo(s) here when available.]

He had no headlights, but he was worried about following my tail. Seems just about right.

“Can you tell me how to get to 1233 Mitchell Avenue, please?”

Here’s the page to compile information for Officer Cheek, whom I’ll refer to as “Cheeky”. He is my friend and I forgive him for what he did not know.

Here’s for you, can’t wait to have coffee. But you’re going to have to come to Charlotte. Invite Sgt. Gibson along. He had pretty blue eyes.

“Statesville is one of the top 5 most violent places in the state”, he told me.

And I wondered why he was bothering to waste time on me.

This is the end of the story. It’s beginning…

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Religion,

SB 131 Allows Victims of Childhood Sexual Abuse to Seek Justice

Lawmakers say the bill corrects a Supreme Court case that, because the statute of limitations had been reached, denied a narrow group of child sex-abuse victims the right sue religious organizations, private and nonprofit groups that employed their abusers.

“If we didn’t do it, the law would still be invalid and the people would waiting on the legislature to see if we wanted to correct the law,” said Sen. Jim Beall.

Under the proposed law, victims over the age of 26 in 2003 will have a chance to file lawsuits during a one-year period.

On October 13, 2013 Governor Jerry Brown has refused to sign SB 131 into Californian law.

Brown studied to become a Catholic priest as a young man. This will doubtless fuel debate as to Brown’s motivations for turning down the bill. Kathleen Conti, a keen supporter of SB 131, expressed her sorrow this morning. “It is extremely disappointing that our Governor has allowed powerful deep-pocketed religious leaders, influential religious lobbyists and law firms to cloud the real issue here, which is the right of abuse victims to pursue justice for crimes committed against them,” she said. “Subpoenaed documents clearly show that certain religious institutions have been fully aware of the danger posed to children by pedophiles within their own ranks, but have kept things secret and handled matters internally instead of warning parents and letting the proper authorities handle perpetrators. I find it distressing that congregants will continue to not only attend but also financially support such morally bankrupt institutions who claim to have God’s blessing while at the same time being guilty of concealing crimes against children.”

On October 13, 2013 Governor Jerry Brown has refused to sign SB 131 into Californian law.

On October 13, 2013 Governor Jerry Brown has refused to sign SB 131 into Californian law.

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