December 99 December 98 December 97 _________________ Wednesday 01 December 99   10 42 am pst   [ Day Without Art ] Today is Day Without Art.   I don't think I really support the idea of giving up art, but I do support any effort to increase AIDS awareness.   I am shocked that people continue to have unprotected sex knowing the dangers and I am shocked that AIDS numbers continue to rise all over the world.   I had sex education in fifth through twelfth grade, and I always took it for granted that everyone else did too.   When I went to college I was surprised to learn how few people had learned about the reproductive cycle and whatnot.   Most people I encounter don't know at what times of the month a woman can get pregnant and for how long during the month.   I find this to be very unfortunate. World AIDS Day HIV/AIDS Statistics 12 17 pm pst   [ ladles and jellyspoons ] I find myself always wanting to address groups of people as "ladles and jellyspoons".   When I was younger my father taught me the following story.   I've know it by heart for more than a dozen years, and I used to say it out loud when I was alone.   I would visualize the scene and marvel at each line.   So now, for your reading enjoyment [I may have to stick up a movie of me saying this...]: Ladles and Jellyspoons, I come before you to stand behind you to tell you something I know nothing about. Early in the morning in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise and came and shot the two dead boys. If you don't believe this lie that's true, ask the blind man; he saw it too. The blind man line I learned from someone else, not from my dad.   I will never understand why those words captivate me so... When I was little I used to walk around with my dad and hold onto one of his fingers.   I used to have to skip to keep up with his huge stride (it was huge to me because I was so small).   I was more of a son than a daughter to my father.   I was always with him in the tool shed.   We worked together on upkeep of the house and garden.   I remember being about four years old and going out in the morning to feed the dogs with my dad.   Maybe I was three. My earlies memory is from when I was in my crib.   It is the only memory I have from the time when I was still in the room that would later be my brother's.   I remember wanting to leave my crib, so I climbed out.   But I fell when I got to the outside of my crib, and I remember walking down the hall to the living room, where I knew my mother was.   I was crying, and I knew she would comfort me. Vertical images (top to bottom): my reflection in the window while looking in M's house a swirly which I bought for M last year all the leaves on the stairs that make me nervous I'll slip and fall the bright and sunny view from M's balcony one of my weird plants I left in M's care a yellow flower I couldn't resist (because it reminded me of home) Horizontal images (left to right): my new shoes shining bright in the sun M shot the reflection of my computer screen in my eye my hand is the color of the sunlight Other images: the plant at the left is a clipping and I liked the shadows the orange bordered image is a still from a video clip

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