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A Tale of Two CIty ... Chairs

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A chair with a refined and unmistakable shape inspired by 1950s and 1960s design that adds a dash of character and perfectly adjusts to any setting, residential or commercial alike. Ma Belle, designed by Roberto Lazzeroni in 1994, is the perfect example of how the craft of woodworking can be transposed to an industrial dimension.This chair has an organic shape and an extremely lightweight feel, conveyed by a series of sinuous lines that come together in an interplay of large empty spaces. T he armrests connect the back with the front legs, creating a unique design. Ma Belle is made from solid American walnut wood in four thicknesses: the skillfully shaped backrest is crafted from a single 100 mm thick piece. The slats are joined together, giving life to an X-shaped construction that effortlessly supports the seat. The padded poplar plywood seat rests on four turned brass spacers that block it and give stability. The bottom part is made from walnut veneer. Regina and I walk home from t...
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As a younger man, I liked to believe I was relatively well put together. I took care of my appearance, choosing my clothes carefully and ensuring my hair was the way I liked it. Though I am not tall – and have even been described as diminutive – I have never felt inferior to other men. That is, until one evening fifteen years ago. I was at a dinner at a club in the West End when a male model sat down beside me. This was the foremost underwear model of the time, with a vast chest and iron jaw, and so tall that if I were to stand up, he could have snuggled my pretty head into his armpit. He clearly had no idea who I was and no interest in finding out. After offering me his huge hand, he turned his chair in the other direction and spent the evening entertaining a series of giddy women who materialised around our table. Next to this giant, I was rendered minuscule, impotent and humiliated. All my years of struggle for writing recognition collapsed; if I had won the Nobel Prize that morning...

I guess it all evens out in the wash - I mean street

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earlier today ... a guy in front of the library yelled at two messenger guys taking a break from their bikes ... you're immigrants. I can tell. you're ruining this country ... go back to where you came from.   they stayed cool. a beautiful young girl crossed the street, smiled and made strong eye contact and said ...  such a lovely day. I said  yes, yes, back to her. A simple affirming something thing.

Lets take a walk thru my neighborhood ya big reader

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My latest Youtube rabbit hole are kids/babies hearing or seeing for the first time and their breathtaking moment of understanding that something beautiful and big has happened. They hear their mother, they see their father. The parents are as overjoyed by the change as much if not more than their children.  In a home movie, my sister Jessie is five or six with fair skin and long black pigtails. We sit on the rug in front of our fireplace, I lift her braids high and she widens her eyes as much as possible and makes a big O out of her mouth. She's very happy to make our family laugh.   

OMG ... for the last 20,075 days ... I thought it was DAYS

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Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey Blue there is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there're so many sinking Now you've got to keep thinking You can make it thru these waves Acid, booze, and ass Needles, guns, and grass Lots of laughs Lots of laughs Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go well I don't think so, but I'm Gonna take a look around it though  Blue I love you Blue Here is a shell for you Inside you'll hear a sigh A foggy lullaby There is your song from me

after we kick ...

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can we read books can we listen to music can we walk down a street can we kiss can we learn can we swim in the ocean can we dance can we eat can we sleep can we take photographs can we paint can we go to the movies can we smoke can we run can we laugh can we be surprised can we remember