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The disregard of the modern canon...

April 22nd, 2008 10:43 pm MDT

So I was thinking today.  Why is it that the classical thinkers, philosphers are the only ones whom people knee jerk respect.  You can't tell me that Socrates didn't sit down to write on a late afternoon some Thursday afternoon and knock out some ideas that we find as common ground here 2400 years later.  Why not some of our modern philosophers?  Why not some of us who perceive notions in a way not really existent until the end of the 19th century.  Why not some of us who have only known the world of color tv's, mass media and instant information.  In absolute terms, is there any difference?  Once people were amazed when the wheel was invented, not it's reinvented every few weeks.  Why is it still not amazing?

You ask people about classical music and they say Mozart, they almost never say Britten, Ligeti or Reich.

So is it any surprise about the knee jerk reaction people have when they consider the nature of a transgender person.

Okay, my soapbox rant is over. 

So on a lighter note, come see my new website pix - Yay!!  ¡^_^¡

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I updated my web site!

April 20th, 2008 12:42 am MDT

Since it was SNOWING here in good ole Bellingham today, I updated my site with some new pix.  Hope you all like them!  Truly, Flore

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I updated my web site!

April 20th, 2008 12:39 am MDT

Since it was SNOWING here in good ole Bellingham today, thought I might push some new pix up.  Hope you all like them!  Truly, Flore

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Between the Hours of Signal and Noise...

October 22nd, 2007 11:30 pm MDT

All things good are fleeting in the sea of the night.

Was all dressed up, with no available date.  Sat at the bar with a lipstick stained wine glass, restlessly crossing and recrossing my legs, my fur coat accidentally slid to the floor, a strap of my dress drifted off my shoulder.  Not a gentle woman in sight to get it for me, or offer a drink.  The lonely echo of high heels as I returned to the car, a dark highway home with my hair blowing and catching in my necklace and mascara.  Behind my knee, the blue hour whispered as a lost ghost, dancing out singing softly into the evenings deep. 

I looked at my hands in this colorless light, and thought of a smooth stone I held as a child, my fingertips tracing the lips of my first love, my best friends' hair I caressed as she lay close to death.

A story we know so well, a story left unread bound in our secret.

All of us meet with momentary touches between the wires, real, then dissolving into the dark and rain of our life during the day.  May we all find a touch, and then another in the noise.

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Thank you again for everyone's wonderful comments, and I wish you all a fun and safe Halloween!

Merci,

Flore

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The Rose of Summer, The Silver of Autumn...

August 30th, 2007 1:26 pm MDT

I feel this way every Fall. The Pacific NW summer is a smell of cut grass, warming cedar trees, suddenly colorful birds appear. Seemingly endless months of low steel skies and drizzle are forgotten, the San Juan Islands stand blue and clear from the sea. Then another day comes. Suddenly there is a sharp marine scent in the air, a light fog on a clear morning, a crisp feel on your face. The change from cedar to pine, birds fall quiet with the exception of nesting crows. All the songs left to somewhere that still has flowers, replaced by western winds and irises falling dormant. These changes for me are a reminder, an allegory to the changes in life. That all of us will have a late summer that we one day will realize has drifted into the fall. And so easy to float into a feeling of melancholy over once good things, loss and missed opportunities. With the coming of the Washington fall there is also so much beauty. All of the summer comes pouring out of the trees in ferrari red and lotus yellow, a long low sun touches the fog into translucent gold. Even the stars and moon, with the cooler clearer air, are not to be out-dressed and turn the nights into shadows of black and silver. So maybe it is with me, now 47, that I want to show my red leaves, bring out all of the things in me long retained before the coming of slashing rains. My critical self realizes that these feelings and ideas are hardly a philosophical revelation. That it is silly, corny and self-indulgent to fall into this emotion. But I can't help myself from feeling that the scent of l'heure bleue on my skin is more intense, more meaningful in these days. So in this spirit, I want to thank you all so much for your ever kind comments; they mean a lot to me. May every one of you flourish, and be beautiful in whatever season you may be. Ayez une longue boisson du beau vin rouge sur moi! Flore

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what is this feeling... oh yeah HAPPINESS!

March 27th, 2007 9:21 pm MDT

Ladies,

I wanted to post a big big thank you to the group of you who have made comments, ratings and sent emails.  Praise, civility, consideration... all of these things were a very special gift to me today that was truly touching.  The sun shone, I felt a lightness of being and was walking on air all day. 

Thanks to you all so very much.

So if everyone would please raise their glasses, I propose a toast.  To all the ladies, who built a bridge to a better life for another person today.

Cheers to you all!

Flore ^_^

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