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From: Missing-You.Net

Category: Benefit
Seeking: Margaret Belle Bromige
Location: No regional info : Sebastopol, CA
Message:

Margaret belle romige hello is anyone out there?

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Margaret Bromige on Saturday 8th March 2008

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Category: Benefit

Seeking: margaret belle bromige

Location: No regional info : Sebastopol,CA

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I thought I was Margaret Belle Bromige then i saw a picture of someone who looked somilair, actually two diffrent pictures, plus someone driving by I dont know if this is real or not I can only type this message please dont contact me a night beacause it frightenng to someone who thought they were an only child please rvsp if i am needed sincerly margaret? belle bromige.! well okay!!! bye!

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margaret bromige on Saturday 8th March 2008

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Father, can't you see I'm burning

A father had been watching beside his child’s sick-bed for days and nights on end. After the child had died, he went into the next room to lie down, but left the door open so that he could see from his bedroom the room in which his child’s body was laid out, with tall candles standing round it. An old man had been engaged to keep watch over it, and sat beside the body murmuring prayers. After a few hours’ sleep, the father had a dream that his child was standing beside his bed, caught him by the arm and whispered to him reproachfully: “Father, don’t you see I’m burning? [Vater, siehst du denn nicht dass ich verbrenne?] He woke up, noticed a bright glare of light from the next room, hurried into it and found that the old watchman had dropped off to sleep and that the wrappings and one of the arms of his beloved child’s dead body had been burned by a lighted candle that had fallen on them. (Caruth 93, citing Freud 509-510).

http://www.firekills.gov.uk/

Rubber

http://latexlifestyle.blogspot.com/

'I am a lifestyle submissive latex fetishist. I am married, bisexual, a PhD, a mother and a few years ago I moved to California from Texas, quit my job and I now live a rubber-centric submissive lifestyle 24/7; a longtime dream of my Dom husband's and mine. For a year from Jan 1, 2005 I was completely enclosed in latex 24/7 in some form or fashion. For that year I did not see my own face or body nor did my husband, family or friends, without a mediating layer of latex. It was a very bizarre and fun year. My base wardrobe consists of transparent 'skinsuits' that cover me completely including hood, gloves, and feet, then undergarments including corsets, usually an opaque catsuit, and/or a dress of soft latex. My burqas are made by Peter Leth of Denmark. His email is peterleth@mail.dk and his website is http://passiondesign.dk/

Investing in Rubber? Expose yourself to the emerging Malaysian economy:


http://www.marketoracle.co.uk/Article799.html

'For soldiers. On horses. In armour.'

Hyde Park Barracks
Sir Basil Spence, 1970

http://www.architecture.com

Lost work

CategoryLost works - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.mht

Aithiopis
Alcmeonis
Alexander III Commemorative (Fabergé egg)
Alexander III Portraits (Fabergé egg)
Amber Room
André de France
Antiocheis (Joseph of Exeter)
Antiochus of Syracuse

Book of Jasher (Biblical references)
Bottle Rack

Cardenio
Cassianus Bassus
Cassius Dionysius
Catalogue of Women
Cherub with Chariot (Fabergé egg)
Classic of Music
Criton of Pieria
Cupid (Michelangelo)
Cyclic poets
Cypria

Decimus Silanus
Diophanes of Nicaea

Efebos
Eidophusikon
Empire Nephrite (Fabergé egg)
Epic Cycle
Epicrates of Ambracia
Epigoni (epic)

Fountain (Duchamp)

Goddess of Democracy
List of Gospels
Gui d'Excideuil

A Harlot's Progress
Hen with Sapphire Pendant (Fabergé egg)
Hermagoras of Amphipolis
Hexapla
Hot Anger Soon Cold

Ibn Ishaq
Iliou persis
Inventio Fortunata
The Isle of Dogs (play)
Isle of the Cross

Little Iliad
Love's Labour's Won

Man at the Crossroads
Margites
Marsyas of Pella
Marsyas of Philippi
Mauve (Fabergé egg)
Medusa (Leonardo da Vinci)
Meher Baba's missing book
Minyas (poem)
Mithaecus

Naupactia
Necessaire (Fabergé egg)
Nicholas and the Higs
Nicophon
Non-canonical books referenced in the Bible
Nostoi

Oedipodea
Ōmi Code
On Sphere-Making

Partially Buried Woodshed
Pilgrim on the Hill
The Poor Man and the Lady
Poseidippus of Cassandreia
The Progeny
Prometheus the Fire-Bringer

Royal Danish (Fabergé egg)

Sibylline Books
The Stepmother's Tragedy
Successions of Philosophers

Telegony
Thebaid (Greek poem)
Theban Cycle
Tilted Arc
A Time for George Stavros
Titanomachy (epic poem)

Ur-Hamlet

Vindonius Anatolius

Yongle Encyclopedia

Concrete Cabin

Peter Doig - Concrete Cabin (1994)

Art Blog: http://mocoloco.com/
Art Gallery: http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/

Wajeha Al-Huwaider Goes for a Drive

Wajeha Al-Huwaider driving around a Saudi compound discussing the ban on women driving. Watch for her turning onto a public highway. There's something about the background I like. Never been to Saudi Arabia.

Russia

Isaak Levitan, After the Rain, Plyos, 1889



Kazimir Malevich, Black Square, c.1923

http://www.royalacademy.org.uk/exhibitions/from-russia/

In the Gallery

Georges Seurat - The Circus (1891)

Up in the Gallery - Franz Kafka (1919)

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider were to be driven in circles around and around the arena for months and months without interruption in front of a tireless public on a swaying horse by a merciless whip-wielding master of ceremonies, spinning on the horse, throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, and if this performance, amid the incessant roar of the orchestra and the ventilators, were to continue into the ever-expanding, gray future, accompanied by applause, which died down and then swelled up again, from hands which were really steam hammers, perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery might rush down the long stair case through all the levels, burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” through the fanfares of the constantly adjusting orchestra.

But since things are not like that—since a beautiful woman, in white and red, flies in through curtains which proud men in livery open in front of her, since the director, devotedly seeking her eyes, breathes in her direction, behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, as if she were his grand daughter, the one he loved more than anything else, as she starts a dangerous journey, but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip and finally, controlling himself, gives it a crack, runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, follows the rider’s leaps with a sharp gaze, hardly capable of comprehending her skill, tries to warn her by calling out in English, furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms, to be quiet before the great jump, finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, kisses her on both cheeks, considers no public tribute adequate, while she herself, leaning on him, high on the tips of her toes, with dust swirling around her, arms outstretched and head thrown back, wants to share her luck with the entire circus—since this is how things are, the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, without realizing it.

Translation: Ian Johnston (http://www.mala.bc.ca/~johnstoi/index.htm)

http://www.shootingstarscircus.co.uk/

Georges Seurat - Circus Sideshow (1887-8)

San Domenico

Paul Talling writes: 'I've driven past this empty building beside the A3 for years. There is something always slightly sinister looking about it - in a Hammer House of Horror sort of way. There is always a light on in one of the windows presumably security.
There have been rumours that it has some sort of secret military use'

www.derelictlondon.com

Textiles

A shop window near Finsbury Park

From www.derelictlondon.com

Thread

‘I’m riding a tram and, as is my habit, slowly absorbing every detail of the people around me. By ‘detail’ I mean things, voices, words. In the dress of the girl directly in front of me, for example, I see the material it’s made of, the work involved in making it – since it’s a dress and not just material – and I see in the delicate embroidery around the neck the silk thread with which it was embroidered and all the work that went into that. And immediately, as if in a primer on political economy, I see before me the factories and all the different jobs: the factory where the material was made; the factory that made the darker coloured
thread that ornaments with curlicues the neck of the dress’ and I see the different workshops in the factories, the machines, the workmen, the seamstresses. My eyes’ inward gaze even penetrates into the offices, where I see the managers trying to keep calm and the figures set out in the account books, but that’s not all: beyond that I see into the domestic lives of all those who spend their working hours in these factories and offices...A whole world unfolds before my eyes all because the regularly irregular dark green edging to a pale green dress worn by the girl in front of me of whom I see only her brown neck.

‘A whole way of life lies before me.


‘I sense the loves, the secrets, the souls of all those who worked just so that this woman in front of me on the tram should wear around her mortal neck the sinuous banality of a thread of dark green silk on a background of light green cloth.’

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

http://www.resurgence.org/clothingdirectory/index.htm
http://www.knowledgeproblem.com/archives/001606.html
http://www.bafts.org.uk/Upload_files/WFTF_Response_to_Economist_Article.pdf
http://www.fairtrade.org.uk/

Watching Planes Closely

‘Watching planes closely and recording their serial or registration numbers and squadron markings goes back to the last days of the Blitz, when the first issue of the Aeroplane Spotter appeared, a 12-page periodical intended to improve the quality of aircraft recognition among British civilian air defence volunteers. It included photos and silhouettes of the major aircraft types, both friend and foe, and was the first publication to pay attention to military serial numbers, changes in the registry of civilian aircraft, camouflage schemes, squadron markings and unusual insignia. Such markings are important because, once a database has been compiled, an analyst can use it to infer how many aircraft of a particular type or its variants are in circulation, to deduce the size and composition of squadrons, and to keep track of sales, modifications and losses. The Aeroplane Spotter’s legacy lives on in the activities of today’s spotters, including their websites, which publish not just photos and data but also details of search engines that can trace virtually any aircraft through its serial or registration number.

For example: http://travel.flightexplorer.com/about.aspx and http://fboweb.com/fb40/default.aspx

‘Spotters began to expose the CIA’s rendition capers to public scrutiny less than six weeks after 9/11. This was almost inevitable, given that the Agency had chosen to conduct its abductions via the world of civil aviation. The CIA’s operatives seem not to have understood or cared that at all hours of the day and night international airports are simply alive with people – aircrews, flight controllers, ticket clerks, baggage handlers, refuellers, cleaners, police and customs officers, and passengers – who are alert to everything going on around them. Nor was this the only instance of incompetence displayed by the CIA in running its rendition programme.’

From Chalmers Johnson's review of ‘Ghost Plane: The Inside Story of the CIA's Secret Rendition Programme’ by Stephen Grey (http://www.lrb.co.uk/v29/n03/john04_.html, 8/2/2007).

http://www.statewatch.org/rendition/rendition.html

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article2936782.ece
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2006/oct/26/usa.topstories3

Starting Pistol

It looks like Spielberg's truly kicked off the Chinese Olympics, withdrawing his involvement in protest at China's underwriting of the Sudanese government.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7242016.stm
Here's the Sudan Tribune's take: http://www.sudantribune.com/spip.php?article25970

Astonishing success at drawing attention to the issue. Perhaps there could have been no better country to host the games if what you're after is twelve months of concentrated attention on human rights and moral compromise.

It gave an extra bit of spice to Lara Pawson's review of Nicholas Shaxson’s ‘Poisoned Wells: The Dirty Politics of African Oil.’ in LRB 7/2/08 (http://www.lrb.co.uk/v30/n03/paws01_.html). I'll concentrate on one character who caught my imagination: Jacques Foccart “a master manipulator” employed by DeGaulle, known as the ‘White Sorcerer.’ When De Gaulle set up Elf Aquitaine to ensure the French got their fingers in the oil pie, it's operations in Gabon proved crucial. The leader there, Omar Bongo, had been keeping things sweet, parcelling out the cash and favours – and using Bwiti secret societies. Foccart took this one step further, ‘Most top Elf officials were Masons and Bongo was encouraged to establish his own lodges in Gabon in order to foster solidarity with Elf.’


Foccart and Chirac

Fascinating reportage from Le Monde on oil and freemasonry:
http://mondediplo.com/1997/09/masons

‘It took another twenty years, and the biggest fraud investigation in Europe since the Second World War, for the scale of Franco-Gabonese corruption to come to light.’
Here's the World Socialist Web Site on TotalFinalElf: http://www.wsws.org/articles/2003/jul2003/tota-j11.shtml

I reckon the Freemasons are probably perfectly decent individuals for the most part, who do a lot of work for charity. But for those who disagree, check the over excitable http://www.freemasonrywatch.org/

I once did some filming in Chinawhite, Air Street, Piccadilly, and I'm sure through a doorway linking some underground basements there was a disused Masonic hall, with chequered floor and appropriate symbolic accoutrements.

Halcion Sleep

A still from 'Halcion Sleep' by Rodney Graham. A self-portrait of the artist knocked out on the eponymous tranquiliser, one of the most addictive, being driven around Vancouver. One of his earliest memories, the artist says, is waking from a deep, secure sleep in the back of a car.

Now showing at the Wellcome Library in Euston:

http://www.wellcomecollection.org/exhibitionsandevents/exhibitions/sleepinganddreaming/index.htm

And here's a link to Iran's leading sleep centre: http://www.irsleepcenter.com/

This is not illegal

Once in a while you wake up feeling like you live in a democracy. To celebrate the Court of Appeal's decision to overturn the conviction of five men found in possession of extremist literature - and to win a few fans at GCHQ - here's a link to some jihad . For the curious.

http://www.islamic-world.net/youth/jihad.htm

It should be stressed that this site does not condone jihad. Curious, nonetheless.

This is the BBC on the Appeal Court ruling: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7242724.stm

And here's a classic piece of work, drawing the veil off a Jihad site to reveal...the CIA:

http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article4513.htm

ishikoro

More from http://rcjzeustuqdfmtyb.blogspot.com/ (hold tight for the pop-ups)

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Sarah Boxer, in the New York Review of Books, tells us that abandoned blogs are called 'ishikoro' - pebbles. What the hell do you call this?

from Hyde Park to Tibilisi

Speakers corner continues. A surreal scattering of solitary men, perched on stepladders, one wall short of a decorating job. Many have thermos cups, as if this is part of a cosy Sunday ritual. They orate into the cold, clear air of Hyde Park corner. Does freedom of speech depend upon having anyone listen?

http://www.speakerscorner.net/

Close by, the 'animals in war' monument, lobbied for by Jilly Cooper, competes for most bizarre London memorial. The stone animals parade forlornly over their strip of grass in the middle of sixteen lanes of traffic, coldly shaded by the playboy high-rises of Park Lane. I like the way gardenvisit.com tries to make good of this. Maybe they have a point.

http://www.gardenvisit.com/landscape_architecture/london_landscape_architecture/visitors_guide/animals_war_memorial

The richest man in Georgia has died. Of course, he wasn't in Georgia, he was in Surrey. West Ham fans, as ever, were on the case first:

http://www.soccerblog.com/2006/09/the_west_ham_buyout_kommersant.htm

Immune from Public Interest?

Mystery from my old neck of the woods. Wang Yam, 'financial trader', on trial for the murder of Allan Chappelow, 'prize winning novelist', though who knew him when he was a reclusive resident of Downshire Hill? It's unfolding in the Central Criminal Court, and rendered all the more sinister by the slapping of Public Interest Immunity on parts of the proceedings. Public Knowledge Immunity, surely? Why has the government signed off this secrecy, usually reserved for those cases with national security complications?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allan_Chappelow
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/crime/article3042941.ece

The Evening Standard go as far as saying Yam was a ‘low-level informant’ for MI5, which sounds plausible:
http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-23427506-details/MI5+wants+millionaire

The guardian goes for MI6/SIS:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,,2227929,00.html

The murder was all part of an identity theft, so the story goes, although Yam's lawyer - the irrepressible Geofrrey Robertson - asks why Chappelow's passport, wallet and personal identification numbers were left in the house. And why would Yam then be so foolish to try and access Chapelow’s accounts in the full glare of CCTV? Not one piece of forensic evidence links Yam to the murder.

Then there’s the question of the fire that broke out nine days after the discovery of the body, destroying 35% of the ground floor. How does that happen? Police are remaining 'tight lipped', according to the Camden New Journal:

http://www.thecnj.co.uk/camden/062906/news062906_04.htm

Doubtless it will all prove far less interesting than it seems. But the need for PII is intriguing. How many slightly higher-level informants find the criminal justice system bent in their favour to save blushes all round?

I remember passing Chappelow's derelict home as a child, going to the Heath, and even, possibly, seeing the 'reclusive writer' himself in Swiss Cottage library, a haunt we apparently shared.