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Author Archives: Llyn De Danaan
Participation Mystique Number Five: Implants
Participation Mystique: Number Five Implants My first familiarity with the implant scheme came after overhearing a colleague at the copy machine down the hall from my office. I was hired to be a visiting lecturer in the philosophy department. The … Continue reading
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Participation Mystique Number 4: Abductions Continued
Abductions II The Vulnerablity of Older White Women: Abductions Made to Order Scrabble and Crossword Puzzles Render Victims Particularly Susceptible American white women in their sixties are particularly ripe for harvest. They are past childbearing, something abductors like. Abductors are … Continue reading
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Participation Mystique: Number One
Not risotto, you fool. Radicchio. Participation mystique: “a kind of psychological connection with objects in which the subject cannot clearly distinguish himself from the object.” To this I dedicate my work in the coming year. Number One Off to the … Continue reading
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October 13: My Birthday
October 13 October 13, 2010 at 8:56am My twenty year old Mom was watching The Pride of the Yankees when she went into labor…Gary Cooper as Lou Gherig. She loved movies and this was a new release. She was probably … Continue reading
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Remembering Anne North
Remembering Anne North January 14, 2011 at 7:20pm I’ve been thinking about Christina and Tucson. Among the many feelings that have surfaced, there is one long surpressed. It is a strong memory of my young friend Anne North who died … Continue reading
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Fragility and Spirit
Fragility and Spirit February 24, 2009 at 8:38pm I stopped to see my mother at Garden Courte Memory Care today after class and on my way to Tacoma. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks. She’s lost more … Continue reading
Aunt Ethel
Vinton and Jackson Counties in southeastern Ohio were raw when I was a kid. The Appalachian hills round about Wellston and McArthur and Jackson seemed wild places, full of copper head snakes and stills and strip mines and rusty streams. … Continue reading
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