I imagine them clearly.
I see my pegasus fly
mane and tail
flowing past the night
meeting with the dragon
doing my bid
my battle.

Landscapes
still life portraits
commission me.
I paint the sky and rest there.
I am a token of the breath of flowers.
I speak for them

call upon the moonlight
to reassure my pathway.
My flowers call me in the dark
I rest with one eye open.

Ahh dragon
know my wonderful legend
a history with lessons
a pegasus, a unicorn
a traveler of light.
Do not blend the colors
I want to see them clearly
hold up all your ornaments
I will adore them
they are your jewels
of your well traveled history.
I want to breathe it forever.

I feel me floating
flowers everywhere
like stars in the night
I hear them singing
on the landscape I painted.
I was commissioned by the sun.
Petals of white and pink

I rest my head there
feel the warmth.
In the distance I hear waterfalls
my unicorn drinks in tomorrows adventure.

I wait in longing for the other side
a dream known fully.
I will arrive there surely
as my artist’s brush hears my intentions.
I stroke my own sadness
plant a forget- me- not
in the air.
A well kept dragon indeed
softened by baby roses and babies breath
or was it one single orchid?

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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,”Women Who Do Too Much” CARDS taken from Anne Wilson Schaef’s book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.

Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my website:

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In responce to an MS (Multiple Sclerosis) friend in England’s reply to me ~ after I forwarded another communication ~ from another MSer, in Texas ~ involving “Birds” to my “1st Team Alert” Good Buddy’s, I have created this amusing, “Memory Lane” ezine article.

The two communications preceed my response.

On 4/28/07, Sir Real wrote:

Interesting analogy.

Several years ago I took a tour of a company that made chemicals such as fertilizer, herbicides or pesticides that were sprayed on farm fields. The company tested the runoff to ensure that the critters around the fields, such as ducks, would not be harmed by the chemicals.

All of the ducks were kept in cages during the study. One of the animal care technicians noticed that the ducks were social critters. So, they cut holes in the top of the cages so the ducks could stick their heads out and quack at each other. There was much rejoicing amongst the ducks and everybody quacked at each other.

A couple of months ago I was in some heavy traffic downtown. I looked about and noticed that a large portion of the people in the cars were talking on cell phones. I then remembered the ducks and realized that we weren’t that much different than the ducks.

On 4/28/07, Frank Bush wrote:

Subject: A SAD PARALLEL….

I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue. Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table…everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food. After a while, I couldn’t even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be…quiet, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.

Now lets see…our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen. Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families: you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor: you child’s 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn’t speak English: Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press “one” to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than “Old Glory” are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.

Maybe it’s time for the government to take down the bird feeder.

Hey ~ My Fine Sir

I find myself sittin’ before my computer ~ “Duck Talkin” ~ like I did as a kid.

Yup, you too ~ no doubt ~ remember how Donald Duck’s voice was distorted? I Am not certain if this “Work Of Early Cinema Cartoon Art” was created ~ presented ~ via an accomplished “Voice Actor” or by “Electronic Intervention”.

None-the-less ~ Donald never had any problem communicating his selfish agenda’s to his friends: Micky Mouse ~ Daisy Duck ~ or to his nephews. Even Uncle Scrooge understood Donald’s English which was always echoed ~ earnest ~ the communicated ~ via his “Legendary” ~ “Trade Mark” ~ “Duck Talk”.

I discovered that “Duck Talkin’ was a lovely language ~ much easier to learn than “Pig Latin” ~ that was a “Lovin’ Language Learned by all Learn-ed Youth Later.

My cousin, Diane, used to complain to her mother ~ and mine ~ when her sister ~ Mary ~ and I communicated using our talkatively “Learn-ed Language ~ Pig Latin”.

“Their Talkin’ In That Foreign Language Again” ~ my two years younger than us ~ “Cry Baby Cousin” ~ wailed to our mothers. My Mother ~ and Aunt Bertha ~ demanded that we “Stop ~ whatever you are doing and include Diane in whatever game that you two are playing”.

Diane caught on in a couple of years and later even taught me “The Name Game” language. You know, “Banana Fanna Fi Fo Fannna Name Game…”

I never was very good at learnin’ foreign languages.

“Lucky Me” ~ ”Duck Talkin” came to me ~ “Naturally” :))

Simply formin’ the words by squeezin’ the air from your cheeks ~ usin’ the lips rather than vocal cords ~ anyone can become a proficient “Duck Talker”.

I Am Still A Pretty Good “Duck Talker” This is not one of them, “If ya don’t use it ~ you’ll lose it” thing.

I still don’t “Walk Like A Duck”. So I must not be a “Duck”? Not yet ~ at least. People that see me struggle ~ walking with MS (Multiple Sclerosis) ~ might say that “Rascal Russ is well on his way mto becoming a Duck”?

So ~ My Cyber-Friends & Readers ~ please “Post A Comment” into ths article bank by scrolling back to the top of this page…

BTW, My Personal e-mail Is: Rascal.Miles@gmail.com.

“Thanks”!

Rascal Russ Miles :))

Rascal Russ Miles, An Apostle recognizes that God ~ and His Earth-Man Creations ~ Love To LOL (Laugh Out Loud). He is God’s “Playfully Mischievious Apostle, Rascal”.

Author of the novel, For Sale By Owners:FSBO, A “Seasoned Real Estate NAR® Broker,” Rascal Russ was ~ for 5 hard years ~ increasingly disabled by “Incurable” Multiple Sclerosis. Now “Cured” of his most problemical symptim, “Total Incontinence” (using 20-30 disposable diapers each day), Rascal writes books & articles on varied subjects.

Rascal Russ also offers nuetritional products, health, and wealth building MLMs to his website visitors.

Via his personal Rascal’s website, Jesus4You.ws Jesus4You.ws, “Rascal’s Blog”, & his ezine articles themselves, & MySpace myspace.com/russmiles myspace.com/russmiles,Rascal maintains personal contact with those that e-mail him, and those whom he believes the God of this Universe has joined together with him as per Destiny’s Divine Plan of Salvation.

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The complete list of all the little things Barack Obama has done for you

America has fallen in love with Barack Obama for his impassioned rhetoric, his commitment to change, and his hope for a brighter future. But what about the time he tuned up your guitar? Barack Obama is Your New Bicycle is the first book to chronicle all the lesser-known accomplishments of the freshman senator from Illinois, from finding your car keys to batting in the winning run for your softball team.

Mathew Honan, creator of the hit website barackobamaisyournewbicycle.com, spent hundreds of thousands of hours on the campaign trail to bring you 366 examples of some of the things Americas sweetheart of a senator has done for you, including:

*Barack Obama shoveled the snow from your walkway
*Barack Obama checked under your bed for monsters
*Barack Obama danced with your mom at your sister’s wedding
*When one of your vocalists came down with a nasty bronchitis bug, Barack Obama sang backup in your band
*Barack Obama left a comment on your blog
*Barack Obama warmed up your car for you
*Barack Obama followed your directions even though he was pretty sure his way was faster

A must-have compendium of the sweet things he has done for you, Barack Obama is Your New Bicycle is the only book that can do justice to the nicest man who ever lived.

Customer Reviews

Review date : 2008-10-15
"Barack Obama is Your New Bicycle" is a hilarious book (based on a website of the same name) parodying the presidential candidate’s messianic pretensions. If one kept track of the hugely entertaining Democratic National Convention (it had Sheryl Crow,Dave Matthews,and Kanye West as part of the musical lineup) in Denver,Obama was described as "wiping away the tears of the afflicted" (by John Warner,R-Virginia) and that he’d "help you achieve your hopes and dreams" (by his half-sister) If you’re lucky,you can find a video of blue-shirted children singing the praises of their Beloved Leader.

"Barack Obama is Your New Bicycle" has corkers such as-
Barack Obama made tomato soup and grilled cheese for you
Barack Obama checked for monsters under your bed
Barack Obama commented on your blog
Barack Obama favorited you
(What about "Barack Obama makes change for you?")

Whether you’re Democratic or Republican,this book crosses party lines. It will be hope for the future,one filled with laughter!

Review date : 2008-10-09
I stumbled across this at Barnes & Noble and consequently stood there in the aisle giggling for about half an hour. This book is very lighthearted and somehow really hilarious in its simplicity– what’s most amusing is that I can actually imagine Barack in all these slightly ridiculous situations just being awesome and helpful. Naturally!

Review date : 2008-10-06
Within the covers of this little "pun" are pages of pre-school pics and semi-one-liners. I hate to think I added to the coiffures of the person who thought up this idea to make money! Maybe I will give it a try. So, if you run across a book out "here" or "there" titled ‘Book Buyer is Your New Patsy’….. BUY IT! I promise you much more fun to be had between the pages of my pundit!

Review date : 2008-10-03
If you like info and fun in a portable book, this one is IT: You won’t be stuck with boring polysyllabic words you’d have to look up. "BARACK OBAMA is YOUR NEW BICYCLE" fits into a small pouch. You can open the book at any page and get the drift of any single sentence without missing what went before! Use your little highlighter that doesn’t bleed through the page. And be careful about lending it out for laughs because you might not get it back. I keep returning to Amazon.com for bargains like this. Buy it.

Review date : 2008-08-07
Barack Obama wrote this review for me.

Regardless of your political views, this collection will make you laugh. It’s absurd and witty, ironic yet…hopeful. This is not just an issue of a black man asking for change–this is history people, and it’s gonna be the four (eight) nicest years ever. Somewhere out there, somewhere near where you are sitting right now, this country has a pulse and this little book has its finger right on it.

[This is awesome

According to Chris Stephenson general manager marketing, Microsoft is working on a new music and entertainment project called Zune and under Zune brand they will deliver an array of hardware and software products. He also confirmed that the first of the series will hit the market later this year.

The initial Zune device will have a wi-fi and use a hard drive to store music. Revealing further Stephenson said, ?we see a great opportunity to bring technology and community to allow consumers to explore and discover music together?.

Competition reaction

Apple and RealNetworks representatives so far have declined to comment on Microsoft announcements.

On the other hand Napster spokeswoman said that the company isn?t worried about competing with Microsoft. ?We have held our position as number tow service through launch of MSN and Urge and a host of others,? She said.

Experts in the industry are not convinced yet whether Microsoft will able to bring the integrated and seamless experience provided by the partnership of iTunes and I-Pod.

It is the first of many such announcements relating the product for music industry, where Apple has maintained its lead over both selling the music player and downloadable music business. It has sold over 58 million iPods and more than a billion songs.

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“How un-curious and ignorant. What will I walk away with after talking to anyone if I am not curious about them and their ideas?”

Apparently, the conversation was so fascinating that it began to center around the artists and thus the questions were rapid fire. Eventually the comment came out and that brought up a whole different topic. So, what is the answer to that question?

Well it is hard to say, but you can definitely protect your belief system by refusing input. Your Belief System is Always in Jeopardy; Do Not Fear It, Embrace It.

Maybe this human trait is a wise thing to help them categorize everything for better understanding, perhaps this is why some folks do not ever dig too deep. Perhaps it is part of the human conditioning which allows them to build upon informational input and make decisions, which are best for themselves, so that individual can go on to replicate? Hmm? A new philosophy built on an old; perhaps. Yet it is common for folks to stop taking in input or searching once they have convinced themselves that they have all the answers. I hope this philosophical discussion serves you well in 2007.

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–O rocks! Here’s some flat ones, lets skip a few stones. You know, it seems likely that unusual goings-on will be talked about. Maybe we can pick up some gossip if we go wandering through the park.

And so they rustled up this and that path, stopping to sit hither and thither on benches occupied by chatters, some nicely dressed and others in tatters. Several suspicious men and women passed by, looking quickly at the outsider, then lowering their heads.

–Amber Hiccums, everybody thinks you are a spy. Come to think of it, they’re about right. Don’t get too close to those brambly bushes, mustn’t skin your coat. We’re not hearing much here, not worth tarrying any longer, let’s go.

Armonium Laribel Phonieux hustled Amber onto a tram and they hied themselves to the Flowertown Bazaar.

–This is the merriest bazaar I’ve ever been to, Armie, it has everything! I must get a little something for Raoul while I’m here.

–Mind the clay and you’re about to step on that potted ashplant.

–Sorry! Say, look at that candlemaker’s stall over there. There’s a little cloud of wicksmoke hanging over it.

–That’s where we are going Ambo, here, let me introduce you to our nosiest operative, Icarious Uplump Stately.

–Aieeayoh you scared me with your blooody feral dog. What happened to him?

–Wo, you sound like one of them sirens durin’ the war. Ol’ Bunk here stuck his nose in the wrong pub, got a dog biscuit box thrown at him. Glad to meet you. Has Armie told you the plan?

–Not so’s you’d notice, I am a …

–No, no, we can’t talk here. I sold a few candles already so I’ll close up shop for now and meet you two at noon by the timeball. Bring Harmie and I’ll round up the rest.

Noon found them all hunkered in a circle drawing diagrams in the sand and receiving assignments. Amber and Armie were sent to the hamlet of Kidneyzod because a some big spending had been spotted there.

At twenty-three Enkeedoo St., beside the Gilgamishemishe Fountain, they found a giant curio sale going on. A mother and her brood, and for that matter all her neighbors were buying multifarious titbits, necklaces of rosevean beads, cheap little booklets of poems, CDs of The Ballad of Garry Owen. O the noise, the noise was enough to wake the dead.

Oops! a boy almost knocked me down. Well bite my bunions!

Amber recognised a warm human plumpness of a man flashing his money about with great to do. It was Harmonious Claribel Euphony, her friend who had left the meeting to go to Dalkey where it was thought that some of the stolen booty had been seen.

–So, Harmie, do you belong here at our investigation site, and why are you just throwing your cash around?

–Shh… Cash’ll flush ‘em out. Go. Go away, go away, I had hoped that I wouldn’t encounter you.

–Okay, okay, I’m history, don’t blame me. Ppecmshdepoaufw! Don’t forget to pull the chain. Acts like he’s trying to get over a nightmare.

Amber caught up with Armonium and the two traipsed off to the brownstone bookstore to show off what nothing they had discovered to Icarious and his fellow councilor Mr. Nolanetti.

Before they could reach the door, a one-armed fisherman with crazy eyes pulled them aside and into a narrow path between two buildings. He growled menacingly.

–You’d best come with me if you want to save a life y’ know. This way.

Behind the bookstore was a square ditch to let the river run off in case of a swelling tide. Over that was a bridge into a yard with what seemed to be a storage shed. The fisherman pushed aside some movable rocks, opened the ramshackle door and waved his remaining hand for them to enter. Amber tugged at her collar. She could barely see a tunnel, dank and close. They tiptoed along for about a block and came into a cave-like room with a fire going and several men sitting around with their pipes asmoke.

–Here they are, tell ‘em the tale.

–Hee Haw, you must be Amber, Armonium I already know . You sit down ladies, tea water’s boilin’. Here comes each a cup, and now the story. Not two hours ago, one of our agents hiding behind a lamppost in the park, spied a group of two young women and three soldiers whispering like paranoids. He moseyed over casual-like and asked did anyone have a match perchance. Well, you should have heard all the fancy excuses they came up with about why and where and how come and no one even asked them their business, did they?. So upset they were that they grabbed a hostage, one little wandering chewer who was munching neither on a candy bar nor a popsicle, but only a bit of potato, that harmless she was. As it happens, the girl is the very daughter of Martha Pandybat, the very secretary and keeper of the keys of our very little museum. We then received a letter that said we could get Martha’s girl back if we would send a messenger with a sackful of money to 1132 Seashell St. right there at the foot of the castle just at 7 P.M.

He clearly explained it all and showed them the note. Amber was not known to the rapscallions, so was elected as the bag lady, the thought being that she would not pose a threat to them. Whoever had that thought was missing more than an arm, but that was the decision and off she went, with invincible Armie following some distance after.

–How come Eagle-eye Armie is so far behind and how did I get into this mess, anyway?

Seven of the clock was nigh. Amber arrived at the rendezvous holding the bag, her collar up. This scheme was not at all well thought out. What was she supposed to do now? A tall dark figure emerged from the shadows as zither music hummed through the trees: dum da dum, da dummm, da dummmm. The person rushed forward and grabbed Amber’s bag and ran like the wind. Armie chased and tackled him just as he was about to slither into the train station. Amber and another member of the party who had been lurking nearby, joined Armie in holding the miscreant down. A third man pulled up the rear. Fifteen minutes of intense questioning failed to reveal the whereabouts of Martha Pandybat’s child and the loot.

Amber took off in the opposite direction, as the others puzzled over how to rescue Martha Pandybat’s daughter and the treasures. She knew what she was doing. About an hour later Amber returned and awakened her friends and the rest of Dublin with a thunderous shout in the street!

–What was that terrible noise here on a Thursday?

–I Just needed to get your attention and I thought that tap-tap-tapping wouldn’t quite do it. I have returned to tell you that the whole thing has been a fake, the robbery, the abduction and the ransom demands. Martha Pandybat herself is the ringleader of this bunch of rounders.

–Impossible! Martha could never be a criminal.

–She’s not. None of these citizens is a real criminal. It was all set up by the museum and the insurance company. The plan was to make the public believe that the scepter and other items were gone and that replicas were in their places on display. That way, actual thieves would have no further interest in stealing them. This case is closed.

–But Amber Hiccums, everybody thought…, nobody could have…, how th…?

–I saw it in his eyes while we were questioning him so I went back and broke into the museum room and searched through the file cabinets. I scratched up a letter which explains all. They were just paying the ransom to themselves and the child was never in any danger. The constabulary might have a word or two to say about the ruse, but our work is finished.

Amber smoothed down her ever-up collar,

–Armie, Harmie, it has been a great joy celebrating the solving of this little mystery together and now summer is hiccumin’ in and I’m off to see Raoul, so beastly ‘bye. I’ll see you in my dreamy-dreams. I hate long goodbyes, yes I do, yes I do. Yes, Adieu.

Jack Wilson is a student of the works of James Joyce. He has participated in and led study groups about Ulysses and other works of Joyce. He has also translated some of Joyce’s short stories from Dubliners into the Esperanto Language. These translations are posted on his website:

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BIOGRAPHY


1963 Born in Amsterdam, Holland -
Currently lives in and works in London


1985-1990 BA Fashion Design, Gerrit Rietveld Academie, Amsterdam


1993-1994 Rijksakademie van Beeldende Kunsten, Amsterdam


1996-1997 MA Fine Art, Goldsmiths College, London

Michael Raedecker is a big fan of film, especially anything with a grandiose American landscape, the untamed freedom of the west. In beam he paints a lonely cabin in the woods - but this is no ordinary night scene: it’s almost like the painting has been solarised. A strange halo glow radiates from the trees, the crackling surface of the ground flickers between positive and negative light like an unnatural frost effect. There are shadows everywhere, distinctly pronounced in a conscious mirroring of the image: a double painting in one.

This is a scene which is impossible in nature but completely commonplace in Michael Raedecker’s imagination and in spaghetti westerns. Raedecker got the idea from night scenes in old cowboy flicks, which were shot in the daytime with a filter over the lens.Michael Raedecker’s cottage sits in a poured environment: the dappled green background made up of layers of caked paint. He obliterates the top half of the canvas as sky: the thick white puddle the densest part of the painting, threatening to consume the scene with its illusionary weight.

View Michael Raedecker paintings, biography, solo exhibitions, group exhibitions and resource of Michael Raedecker artist. View art online at The Saatchi Gallery - London contemporary art gallery. saatchi-gallery.co.uk/artists/michael_raedecker.htm Michael Raedecker

Whenever anyone attempts to teach themselves any new skill, there is always the danger that a lot of useless information will be gathered or that the tools that were used were simply inadequate to get the desired results. This also applies when a person attempts to learn to play the guitar. Three essential ingredients are required; 1) the desire to learn, 2) a playable guitar, and 3) the right information or method.

Knowing where to start is crucial. The eBook “Guitar – How to Get Started” provides the information that aids a person in selecting or evaluating a guitar to ensure that they have a playable guitar. Most importantly, the strings must be easy to press, the guitar must be easy to get in tune and it must sound in tune when it is played. The first chapter is dedicated to informing the readers without being technical in what to look for and what to avoid.

Once the person has the guitar and the guitar is in tune, then the key is to know what to learn first. Holding the guitar, placing the arms, holding the pick and how to place the fingers are frequently skipped by many guitar instructions. However, they are all covered in the eBook along with the 15 “must-know” chords.

If a person has the desire to learn to play the guitar, then this book will answer the main questions and solutions regarding having a playable guitar and having the right information or method.

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Despite being born in Japan, Hello Kitty is British and her family lives in Suburban London. Her weight is described as being that of three shiny apples and her favorite food is Apple Pie made by Mama. Hello Kitty likes traveling, music, reading, yummy cookies, making new friends and collecting lots of cute items like sweets and goldfish. Hello Kitty is still a kitten despite being born on November 1, 1974, such is the luck of a fictional cartoon character.

Hello Kitty has been the star of her own anime series in Japan and America. She’s been a part of Hello Kitty’s Animation Theatre, which featured remakes of popular fairy tales. Hello Kitty has her own line of Hello Kitty products which range from plushy animal toys to purses to cute clothing. Even popular stars in Hollywood have been seen wearing the Hello Kitty line of clothing. You’ll even see Hello Kitty stamped boldly on her own Mastercard Debit card. The littlest fans of Hello Kitty will be glad to know that soon Hello Kitty will appear in her own claymation series called Hello Kitty’s Stump Village.

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