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National HIV Testing Day– 27 June– don’t know your status? find out!

CDC recommends that everyone ages 13-64 be tested once for HIV.

Find a place to get tested in your community or text your zip code to KNOW IT, that’s 5-6-6-9-4-8.

What is HIV?
HIV stands for human immunodeficiency virus. The virus can lead to acquired immune deficiency syndrome, or AIDS.

How does HIV get transmitted?
–not using a condom when having sex with a person who has HIV
–having multiple sex partners or other sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) can increase the risk of infection during sex
–unprotected oral sex can also be a risk for HIV transmission, but it is a much lower risk than anal or vaginal sex
–sharing needles, syringes, rinse water, or other equipment used with injected drugs [such as heroin]
–being born to an infected mother—HIV can be passed from mother to child during pregnancy, birth, or breast-feeding.
[source: CDC]

get more info at NAPWA [National Assoc. of People with AIDS]

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Congrats to 2011 Stanley Cup Winners Boston Bruins

[Photo from Boston Globe/Getty Images]

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Royal Wedding: I didn’t watch it but I looked at pictures

Splendid choice of gown for Kate Middleton, now Duchess of Cambridge. Simple, elegant, not too much skin revealed. It’s designed by Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen.

photo by Suzanne Plunkett

guests:

David Beckham looks so handsome and stylish. Posh looks like she always does– very stern. what high heels and she actually looks lovely in navy.

Director Guy Ritchie looking good in the vest and tails. Sorry Madonna, no invite for you.

The Queen. Yellow is her color. But why the big purse. What is in that?

Princess Ann. I love her individuality. Her style. The color palette.

Samantha Cameron, wife of PM. In Burberry dress. Fantastic teal color and very flattering, comfortable style.

very classy– Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel of Sweden.

Pippa Middleton in her party dress.

the kiss on the balcony. love the reaction of the little girls!

and the FINAL WORD:

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Spinster by Sylvia Plath

painting by Kevin Lawrence Leveque

Now this particular girl
During a ceremonious April walk
With her latest suitor
Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck
By the birds’ irregular babel
And the leaves’ litter.

By this tumult afflicted, she
Observed her lover’s gestures unbalance the air,
His gait stray uneven
Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower.
She judged petals in disarray,
The whole season, sloven.

How she longed for winter then!—
Scrupulously austere in its order
Of white and black
Ice and rock, each sentiment within border
And heart’s frosty discipline
Exact as a snowflake.

But here—a burgeoning
Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits
Into vulgar motley—
A treason not to be borne. Let idiots
Reel giddy in bedlam spring:
She withdrew neatly.

And round her house she set
Such a barricade of barb and check
Against mutinous weather
As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
With curse, fist, threat
Or love, either.

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HAPPY 38th BIRTHDAY to my Welsh pony Homestead Easter

Animals are such agreeable friends– they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
–George Eliot

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DATING: It’s Spring, this is Boston. Take advantage of it.

Boston by Foot tours.
admission: $12
tours of particular interest–

Grave Undertaking: Death in Boston

The dark side of Boston

Literary landmarks

walk around Arnold Arboretum & then go get coffee in JP
admission: FREE

bowling at Sacco’s Bowl Haven in Somerville and then yuppie nachos at Christopher’s in Porter Square

see the art at Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and tea/coffee at the Gardner Cafe.
admission: $12
hours:
Tuesday-Sunday
11 am-5 pm, until 8 pm on the third Thursday of each month.

hiking at The Fells in Stoneham
admission: FREE

brunch in the South End and going to a matinee of a play at BCA or Huntington Theatre

Garden in the Woods, Framingham
admission: $10

tapas at Tasca in Brighton and then check out a band at Great Scott in Allston

martinis at Bar 10 at the Westin and then take in a play at the Lyric Stage

take in a student recital/concert at New England Conservatory or at Berklee— you might hear the next Esperanza Spaulding!
admission: FREE unless there’s a special concert

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National Poetry Month: Sylvia Plath


Last Words
by Sylvia Plath

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already–the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit!
My mirror is clouding over —
A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all.
The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.

I do not trust the spirit. It escapes like steam
In dreams, through mouth-hole or eye-hole. I can’t stop it.
One day it won’t come back. Things aren’t like that.
They stay, their little particular lusters
Warmed by much handling. They almost purr.
When the soles of my feet grow cold,
The blue eye of my turquoise will comfort me.
Let me have my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
They will roll me up in bandages, they will store my heart
Under my feet in a neat parcel.
I shall hardly know myself. It will be dark,
And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar.

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POEM: A Pony Named Easter

Shiny and black with a white star on her lovely face,
Easter knows what she wants and big horses treat her with grace.

Welsh Mountain is her breed.
Why the name Easter? She happened to be born on the holiday on April 22, 1973.

This Welsh mountain pony is rugged, sometimes stubborn, more often sweet.
She doesn’t mind being out in rain, snow and sleet.

Amy took Easter swimming, on long trail rides and to shows.
She also brushed her as kittens, a-top Easter, curled up and dosed.

Easter moved to a new barn, little bantam chickens would roost on her back.
The pony was round and comfortable and never gave the chickens any flack.

These days she lies out in the sun to nap when she gets tired.
She’s 37-years-old and retired.

Beneath Easter’s barn live a few foxes with dark cinnamon fur and bushy tails.
Many days you can see the foxes running alongside the rails.

In the paddock, the foxes and the pony sometimes stay close to each other.
Although wary of the pony, the foxes and Easter still respect one another

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UNSOLVED CASE/ MISSING: my childhood friend Tiffany Sessions

Tiffany Sessions went missing 22 years ago. During her sophomore year at University of Florida, Gainesville, Tiffany went out for a walk on February 9, 1989 and never returned.

She was a childhood friend of mine. We rode horses together and also took ice skating lessons.

The case is still very much unsolved though there are some leads here and there.

Tiffany Sessions Project

Anyone with information should contact:
Alachua County Sheriff’s Office
904-955-2500

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To continue to review or NOT…

This is fun but I’ve been out of real work for so long and reviewing books can be time consuming. I’m also an excellent writer/ reviewer yet have never garnered the recognition and/or respect I feel that I deserve. Publicists don’t solicit me to write reviews. I mostly contact authors or get in touch with publicists. I realize a masters degree is no big deal for anyone living in the Boston area. We all have one. But I do feel that I worked hard to get my masters in journalism many years ago and without it I wouldn’t possess my interview, research and writing skills after much study and persistence to learn techniques.

I’m frustrated.

Publicists tell me I cannot get product unless I have 30K unique hits on my site per month. It’s about quantity and not quality and that discourages and saddens me. I see writers and reviewers with far less skill than me who get ARCS, advance screeners of DVDS or invitations to advance film screenings. It used to be me and is not longer. I’m BLACKLISTED seemingly everywhere in Boston.

Mostly I’m probably wasting time writing reviews that few people read or care about when I should be writing my own memoir or non-fiction work.

I guess I’m giving up. I gave up on music criticism many years ago and started it again recently but now I want to stop it all. The problem is that I enjoy doing it. I don’t consider myself a blogger but a critic, a journalist and yes, there is a distinction. So I’m in a bit of a conundrum.

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