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I love to love the Indiana State Fair!  Most people think this is crazy, they hate the State Fair, but I love it!  I have been going to the Indiana State Fair my whole life.  It brings back so much nostalgia as soon as I walk through the gates.  This is really hard for my husband to understand.  Since he didn't grow up here, the first thing that he gets when he walks in the gate is a whiff of the animals :).  What I love most about the fair is the food.  I don't waste my time with any of the fried candy bars.  I head right for the ribbon fries.  So good! I also usually get a grilled cheese and milk shake from the dairy barn, but this year I tried something new.  Jason and I got pulled pork sandwiches from the pork tent.  They were delicious!  Sort of weird to walk through the pork barn and then grab a sandwich, but good none the less.  My favorite new thing this year was the LAMAS!  So fun, I loved seeing them up close and personal.  Aren't they the weirdest animals you have ever seen?  If you have never been to the State Fair, go next year, you'll love it!

Elis Regina no winamp, então vamos lá:

1. Corrigir dois grandes erros do passado, que até hoje lembranças boas e ruins...
2. Me realizar profissionalmente, fazendo aquilo que eu gosto, sem precisar me vender só pra ter o salário no início do mês
3. Escrever um livro sobre... eu, o tanto de besteiras que eu fiz, mostrar o que eu já fiz, e o que quero fazer!
4. Ser o melhor pai e marido do mundo!
5. Morar em londres
6. Ser reconhecido por tudo aquilo que já terei feito
7. Ensinar tudo que eu tenho de bom para os meus filhos!
8. Poder olhar pra trás no meu leito de morte e dizer com toda a certeza, que valeu a pena!

Aqui, estão estipuladas minhas metas, mesmo que não as consiga atingir... sei que vou muito mais longe do que se eu não as tivesse escolhido!

e como de costume, indico aqui quatro é pouco demais cinco amigos pra participar junto:

• Vinicius Amaral : Amigo de Além Paraíba, que vem ganhando bastante espaço no twitter!
• Areta do Bem : Além de ser uma ótima profissional, também é uma blogueira de mão cheia!
• Anna Flávia : Pessoinha muito legal que conheci por meio do blog mesmo :)
• Paty Moura : Amiga para as horas apropriadas, e pra falar mal dos relacionamentos de ambos, além de ser a minha guru das redes sociais!
• Karen Visconti : Companhia de Olimpíadas, muito gente boa :)

Oakleaf is the last weekend in July, I know it's a while away yet but I get excited about it early lol. Anyhooo point being I was saving something about the camp and came across this, the file name caught my eye, it's called Oakleaf Camp 2005 ~ my story about it. This was the very first time I went to Oakleaf, this year will be fourth :D

Picture, Oakleaf 2007, courtesy of Sue

Oakleaf Lammas Camp is held at Lime Tree Farm to the North-East of Ripon. It celebrates the time of the little hunger when there is not much ready to eat in the fields.

I arrived on Friday about 15:30 and set up in the traders’ field, it was organised so traders set their tents up with their stalls with them for ease of care etc. I was all excited, talked to the stall setting up already, it was their first camp too but they were there mainly for the selling … I bought a lovely purply top off them for only £2 and she bought four of the fairy sticker cards at £1.50 each. Over the whole weekend I only sold £10.35 worth of goods but that was because it rained both Friday evening (but not until after the fire welcome thing) and all day Saturday so most people were huddled in their tents when not out doing a workshop :o/

After I had my tent all organised and had moved the car back into the car park area I had a good wander around … lots of stalls, a fair few even selling cards but all different types. Six o’clock was the time set for the fire welcoming ritual; I went on down whenever it was when I saw the smoke starting. The long staff sized piece of wood I’d taken felt really good as I used it as a walking stick on my way to the fire but I joined the queue, handed it over, saying it had come from a tree in our garden which had had to be cut down for safety reasons last year and then joined those standing around the fire for a while. Feeling hungry I asked around, discovering MadBecca’s burger van (actually called The Big Apple) was in the camping field not the trading field, and went and bought a £20 weekend pass, promptly getting two burgers lol. I feel sure I got a way better deal out of that than they did, though usually drink wise I only wanted water added to one of my tea bags :o) Then I wandered back to my tent (via the other stalls and the portapotty) where I set up my stall for an hour or so.

As it started getting darker and the smoke let me know the fire had been built up and went to join the people around the fire. Dragging some wood over to the pile next to the fire on my way :o) I found a space … erm that’s why the gap was there so near the front … the sparks kept blowing that way lol but I was fine. A lady was handing out those glow stick which can be joined into bracelets; she gave me one which I later put onto my mug. Drummers where drumming, people were talking, listening to the drums, one mad lady was dancing (I’m sure she must have done some belly dancing! Unless the Goddess was moving her!) around the fire … very close considering she had a long skirt on! She had some amazing moves, another couple of fellas joined her now and then and another woman for a short spell. Later one of the guys encouraged a lot of others up, the drumming was realllllly good, getting into my bones … I thought about it tooo long but did get up and dance (even though I had my long purple skirt on … I was careful and stayed back from the fire anyway cos still nervous) and thoroughly enjoyed it … after all my tag on PaganNetwork IS

"Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!"

I choose to DANCE

When I sat back down, it was so easy to find my space because of the glow stick on my mug :0) I found my sandals were practically under someone’s bum, they’d seen the glow stick and realised there was a space and sat around my stuff. It was Becca and Dave (I think that was his name, not sure *blush*) from the burger stand :0) We sat and talked for a fair while … that’s what everyone was told to do lol. The drumming had to stop spot on eleven for the sake of Lime Tree Farmer’s neighbours and when it did we were all told to “Now turn around and talk to the person next to you.” Which I reckon we all did, talking for hours. I left the fire around 00:30 but didn’t actually get to my tent until well after 01:00. This was due to stopping to light the dagda while they put the entrance hoop back up (on my way back from the loo in the car park). A motor home had just fitted underneath but then a vent at the back had pulled it down as too tall :o/ I then led/lit their way towards the hedge, the trader (honey) who’d set up to my right came out and helped, we found them a space and then I stopped to talk to them. I stood there for a bit and when I said I wasn’t going to put my blanket on the floor cos I’d never get up if I sat down he (Dave) gave me his chair and lay down on the blanket himself so I sat and talked for a while.

Saturday morning … I HAD set me phone alarm to wake me up so I could have breakfast and then set up the stall for a good 1 – 1.5 hours trading before the ‘housekeeping’ meeting at 10:00. It woke me, but I switched if off, put my head down and barely made it to the meeting! Good job it was working on Pagan Standard Time or I wouldn’t have had time to grab a BLT first lol.

I missed the start of the Sweat Lodge Meeting because I went to the loo and stopped to look at stalls on the way back down the field but I asked questions. The guys organising it wanted those who wanted to take part to help build it so we were putting our energies into the lodge, this would increase the benefit we’d get out of it. Totally agreed, explained about my bad back (it’s been bothering me a lot, I must make time to go to the gym) and inability to kneel.

After lunch and opening my stall for a bit longer than I’d planned I almost missed the building … I helped put the last tarpaulin over the wooden frame which had already been built and carry the stones to the fire … well I didn’t carry but I put one in, a woman had carried two over at once. I also helped carry wood over and put it on. We then all got inside the Lodge, me by the door. I felt fine inside, there wasn’t much leg room but I felt sure I’d be okay, probably have a really sore back from sitting for ages but it would be worth it.

From there I went and joined the ‘Make an elemental’ workshop in the marquee, it had been on for half an hour but I’d needed to help with the Sweat Lodge building. I had spoken to the couple doing it earlier and said I’d be there. I thought I’d do a fire elemental as part of the whole weekend was getting comfortable with fire again but I made an earth elemental, all green. Later on at another stall I bought a little bag for her to live in, it’s perfect :o) When I got home last night I made a start on a Water Elemental, need some material … will continue, need waste cotton ball for head.

Even though some people weren’t finished we had to vacate because the next organised thing (a talk on helping dark spirits move on etc I think) was waiting to start. I didn’t want to hear about dark spirits so I went.

After lunch on Saturday I opened the stall for a good while, sold a card and three scoobies … that was the extent of my sales for the weekend. I would probably have sold more if I had opened on Sunday as it was dry all day and sunny in the afternoon but I just could not be arsed! Sunday morning I woke up feeling like utter CRAP!! And this without having had a single drink of alcohol (apart from the sip of ceremonial wine at the welcome rite Saturday morning) or any of the ‘special’ fudge/fairy cakes which were on sale. Most unfair. Anyway due to the way I was feeling I decided ‘sod it, I won’t bother’ and spent Sunday doing things. Not all I had planned to do as I didn’t even wake up until about 10:20 so I missed the guided walk of the conservation area but the day improved greatly as it went along :o)

Monday morning I woke up shortly after 05:00, went to the loo, spent some time in the stone circle … said hello to each stone, stroking it, looking at the carvings while repeating one of the chants from Sunday night :-

Picture courtesy of Lime Tree Farm website

We all come from the Goddess

And to her we will return

Like a drop of rain

Flowing to the river

~

Hoof and horn, hoof and horn

All that dies shall be reborn

Corn and grain, corn and grain

All that fall shall rise again

~

We all come from the Sun God

And to him we shall return

Like a spark from the fire

Rising to the heavens

~

Hoof ...

I felt so right and true … on my way back up the grassy bank to return to the fire field a young man stopped me and said “thank you, thanks for whatever you were doing, it was like all sparkly and beautiful” Which made me feel even better :0) I then spent some time standing by the fire, there were a group of people still sitting around it, most on chairs, some on the floor all of whom were drunk to some degree or other, a couple extremmmmmely. Back to bed for a couple of hours I went … but it was more than a couple … I switched my alarm off at 08:30 and woke up at 09:40!!!! Barely time to grab an egg roll before the Big Apple shut :o( they were all out of bacon by the time I got there … I grabbed my mug, put it on their shelf on the way past, went to the loo in the camp field and got the roll when I came back, I’d barely got it when they declared shut because it was 10:00! So all in all I think it was a major personal victory that I was totally packed and parked in the car park when I handed my form (saying please let me know about next year) and said goodbye to one of the ladies in charge it was 11:57 :oD so true it was 12:05 by the time I’d walked back up the field, been to the loo and actually drove off the land but there were still several traders still putting away or not even started and we were supposed to be off BY twelve noon!

And that was my wondrous first visit to Oakleaf, that year I never even made it to the Sacred Spring but I have each year since :D

Picture courtesy of AmethystDragon

Resultados del Premio Pasacalle 2008
Concurso de Novela Política

Revista Peruana de Literatura
Editorial Pasacalle

A la comunidad en general

Los miembros del Jurado del Premio Pasacalle 2008, Concurso de Novela Política, integrado por Ricardo Vírhuez Villafane y Javier Garvich Rebatta, director y editor de la Revista Peruana de Literatura, respectivamente, comunican a la opinión pública que luego del respectivo trabajo de lectura y análisis de las novelas participantes, en forma unánime han dado los siguientes resultados:

1º LUGAR:
Novela: Cadena perpetua.
Seudónimo: 'Carlos Franco'.

Que corresponde al escritor HAROL GERZON GASTELU PALOMINO.

Debido a la calidad literaria, también declaramos dos menciones honrosas:

1º MENCIÓN HONROSA:
Novela Días de Fuego.
Seudónimo: 'Demiurgo'.
Autor: LUIS FERNANDO CUETO CHAVARRIA.

2º MENCIÓN HONROSA:
Novela Un lejano aullido de perros.
Seudónimo: 'El sobreviviente'.
Autor: SÓCRATES ZUZUNAGA HUAITA.

Recomendamos ampliamente la publicación de estas novelas, por sus extraordinarias dotes literarias.

Informamos que han participado en total veinte novelas, provenientes de Lima, Chimbote, Arequipa, Callao, Tarapoto, Lamas, Piura, Cusco, Chosica, Trujillo, Chiclayo, Huancavelica, además de España, Argentina, Alemania y Suecia.

Esta amplia aceptación para un primer concurso literario de nuestra revista nos alegra y fortalece, por lo que agradecemos la participación de cada uno de los escritores, a quienes consideramos desde ya como parte de nuestra gran familia editorial y literaria.

Las obras presentadas destacan por su variedad temática, todas alrededor de nuestro planteamiento general de novela política; diversas técnicas, diferentes visiones del mundo e innumerables maneras de abordar el tema político en el Perú caracterizan a las novelas participantes, las que sinceramente esperamos ver publicadas independientemente del presente concurso.

Lima, 31 de mayo de 2008.

Ricardo Virhuez Villafane
Javier Garvich Rebatta

Datos de los novelistas ganadores

*Harol Gerzon Gastelú Palomino (Huancavelica, 1968). Ha obtenido numerosos premios, como el 1º lugar en los Juegos Florales de La Cantuta (1997), 1º lugar en cuento en el concurso Horacio de la Derrama Magisterial, 1º lugar en el concurso de cuentos Feria del Libro de Trujillo (2007), así como menciones honrosas en concursos nacionales e internacionales. Ha publicado el libro de cuentos Historias urbanas (2005). Se desempeña como docente y radica en Chosica, Lima.

*Fernando Cueto Chavarría (Chimbote, 1964). Ha publicado los libros de poesía Labra palabra (1977) y Raro oficio (2001), así como las novelas Lancha varada (2005) y Llora corazón (2006). Radica en Chimbote, donde se desempeña como abogado.

*Sócrates Zuzunaga Huaita (Ayacucho, 1954), es autor de los libros de relatos Con llorar no se gana nada, y Taita Serapio, de la novela Recuerdos de lluvia y de los libros infantiles Takacho, Takachito, Takachín y Florecitas de Ñawin Puquio. Premiado y finalista en importantes certámenes de narrativa como El cuento de las mil palabras de Caretas, COPE de cuento y el Concurso Internacional Juan Rulfo de Cuento. Radica en San Martín de Porres, Lima.

Mayor información: Aquí.

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EDITORIAL PASACALLE
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I think I may have finally mastered the art of mother appeasement, at least in “bonding day” form.

One parts each of outing (especially the beach), shopping, snacking (preferably guacamole and some sort of alcohol) and lots of reassuring shoulder pats- that’s PATS, not PADS.

This seems to please, and even lets you get away with the possibility of a night to yourself, since you can always pull the old “peopled out” defense by the time you get home.

Tonight, after such a mother-daughter day out, we had dinner with my mom’s friend Mary, who I dare say is more spry than my mother, although 20 years older. Mary absolutely adores me for some odd reason, something about my ‘energy’, but not in the cloying way that some new agers say that everyone has ‘special lights’ about them.

Mary is fantastic and at times I enjoy her company so much that I start to think of her as normal, until she starts in about extraterrestrials or some such thing. She likes me, even though I do not necessarily agree, I’m not sure why, except that maybe she appreciates a skeptic.

Unlike my mother, Mary appreciates my sideline stance on aliens, among other things: sure, it’s all possible. Doesn’t mean it’s likely, or that the proof, as yet, is strong enough to support all the claims. My mother, on the other hand, will believe anything she reads as long as it is sufficiently bizarre enough to make most people balk.

I don’t care what ‘most people’ think, but I also don’t think everyone who’s ever claimed to have touched god or space or truth has actually done so. And I think you have to filter things through your own system of refection before deciding one way or the other (or neither, as I prefer to do more often than not).

But what the fuck do I know?

Mary hugs the trees in her backyard to make them better when they are dragging ass. My mother is all about the new age manifesto but I guarantee she has never embraced a maple. She doesn’t live it, like Mary, or her friend Victoria, who gives a back massage to you before she even knows your name. And you can tell this about my mom, because when other drivers cut her off, she still calls them assholes.

I don’t call bad drivers ‘assholes’, partly because I am one myself (an asshole, and a bad driver). But I do criticize my mother to no useful end, and therefore, despite my pleasing ‘energy’, my new age status is in serious question.

Un besazo.

Día de nacimiento: 08/04/2008

Peso: 3,290 Kg

Altura: 48,5 cms

Y este quién es???? Voy a berrearle un poco jeje

En brazos de Ainara mucho mejor, aunque de verdad que no entiendo lo que me dice. Cuando llegue, se lo tendré que preguntar a mi prima Eider.

Qué agustito estoy!!! Me parece que voy a dormir un poco, hasta la próxima.

Les oiseaux:

Certes il s'agit d'un site commercial qui vous proposera d'acheter ses perchoirs mais entre 6 et 7 h (Etats-unis EST) la webcam vous permettra de voir le spectacle (avec ou sans nichoir)

Wild bird unlimited

Découvrez quels oiseaux migrateurs  sont en vedettes.

Vos horaires de travail ne coincident pas avec les horaires du zoo, ... ce n'est pas une raison pour priver le petit, de la vision, certes captive, mais gratuite, de l'ours polaire, des pandas et éléphants du parc de San Diego ou de Smithsonian's National Zoo dont je vous recommande de parcourir l'integralité du site, ce dernier est une véritable mine d'informations.

Vous préférez les camelidés, soit, un troupeaux de lamas ...what wonderful web !

De lama's, dat zijn toch die 4 dikke jongens die zo grappig zijn? Ja, hoor, deze beschrijving van Tijl Beckand (lid van het eerste uur) kon niet passender zijn. Hun totale en dramatische gemis aan zangtalent wordt ruimschoots gecompenseerd door hun zotte invallen en overdosis durf. Spelenderwijs vullen ze uur na uur aan knotsgekke comedy die last minute uit hun duim gezogen wordt, maar net daardoor aan kracht wint. Ze zijn ad rem, kristisch en up to date van het wereldleed en strooien dus ook kwistig rond met kritische opmerkingen en geslaagde imitaties. Met een zicht knal op het podium leek het ondenkbaar geen foto's te trekken, noch te filmen, dus beleefde ik half de voorstelling door mijn 3e oog.

Met een luide 'Ooh my god were back again' stromde de lama's het podium op. Gehuld in identieke witte outfits en begeleid door de Backstreet Boys-noice, warmde ze op met hun klassieke en heerlijke simpele (vaak ook synchrone) moves. Na een korte omkleedpauze (die getoond werd op het grote scherm) werden ze het podium weer opgeroepen en aangekondigd door De dikke Belg, aka Patrick. Jeroen van Koningsbrugge schitterde in afwezigheid, maar zijn plaats werd ingenomen door Horezn (?). Menig vrouwewens ging in vervulling toen ook de Lekkere Lama zijn opwachting maakte. Ja hoor, ook België smult van Ruben Nicolai!! Ook Tijl, die bijnaam vrij is, was van de partij en zette de voorstelling in gang door zijn aanstekelijke enthousiasme.

Met Patrick achter de zoemer, werd het tijd om ons te tonen wat we beter niet konden doen. We kregen een lesje in enthousiastische reacties op de bevalling van je vrouw, wat niet te doen als bodyguard van Ruben of op de gemiddelde Belgische snelweg en hoe je niet te gedragen op de betoging die die dag gehouden werd voor het behoud van België. Ook het praktische probleem "wat niet te doen als de bel het niet doet?" werd aangekaart (ja, zelfs Samson was van de partij die nacht).

Als kijker mochten we de roetsjbaan doorheen emoties meemaken die de Ruben's ondergingen als ze verliefd, geil, sociaal en wanhopig waren in een massagesalon. Hoe Tijl als pooiende kippenplukker reageert als hij in contact wordt gebracht met Horenz als Cowboy, werd ons duidelijk gemaakt tijdens de scène met de zoemer.

Toen de Lama's voor het moordspel een 'gewillig slachtoffer' uit het publiek mochten halen, haalde ze er natuurlijk Evy uit. Haar aanwezigheid op het podium leidde hen danig af, waardoor ze er niet in slaagde te raden dat Prins Laurent op de vogeltjesmarkt werd vermoord met een kabouter Plop-DVD, maar lachen was het wel

De verjaardag is voorlopig nog niet vertoond geweest op tv maar gaat als volgt: 1 van de Lama's (in dit geval Horenz) is jarig. Helaas zijn zijn gasten niet zomaar gasten en moet hij uiteindlijk raden wat er mis was met hen. Met Ruben van der Meer als Urbanus met een ingegroeide teennagel, een stinkende Ruben Nicolai (die snel snel wat water onder zijn armen uitsmeerde) en Tijl als rubber bord, werd het een geweldig feestje, maar toch geen dat ik ooit zou willen hebben.

Hoewel de show nog lang niet gedaan is na al dit, zal ik het hier maar bij houden. Wie er niet bij was heeft zeker iets gemist. Zo dacht ook half Nederland (of de in België wonende Nederlanders) hierover die massaal over de zaal verspreid waren. Gelukkig was hun creatieve input vééle beter dan die uit 't Antweirpse, want na een zoveelste parodie op Prins Laurent hadden we het wel al stilaan gezien. De Lama's waren geweldig lachen en Patrick mocht dan wel van de Koningin Elisabethzaal houden, ik vind ze vele leuker in kleine Nederlandse zaaltjes...Voor wie nu denkt: ooh 'wauw! Die wil ik zien!', heb ik het jammere nieuws dat seizoen 2007 helaas achter de rug is op televisioneel gebied, maar op mijn dvd speler zijn we bij het einde nog lange niet

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Some 30 Tibetan exiles protesting Chinese religious policies stormed the Chinese Embassy in New Delhi on Wednesday, with several breaching the front gate and chaining themselves to the flag pole inside, police and witnesses said.

Others repeatedly sprayed "Free Tibet" in red paint on the embassy walls and the main gate before many of the demonstrators were forcibly taken away by police.

The activists were protesting a recent Chinese order that Beijing must approve all of Tibet's spiritual leaders, known as Lamas. For centuries, the search for the reincarnation of lamas- including Tibet's spiritual head, the Dalai Lama- has been carried out by select Tibetan monks.

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