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To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/btv1b8427253m/f69.highres


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/mbkcbkm


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/nx97tsm


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/l5ebudo


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/o9v6gez


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/mwaswo2


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/pk3sof3


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/nyuaawc


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here.

(Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)


http://tinyurl.com/ptbmu7q


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
elisem: (Default)
To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list. This is one of a series. Original post and explanation is here. (Sorry, if you go directly there you'll see the captions for the first one, because that's how cut-tags work. If you want to see all of these without spoilers, click on this, which gets you all entries tagged with "Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea" and doesn't show what's behind the cut-tags until you tell it to.)

http://tinyurl.com/noxzyxk


Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )
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OK, long ago I was grumpy about Valentine's Day for reasons that may or may not have to do with once being broken up with at a nice restaurant on the day. So I decided to do something about that, and what I did was to host a little tea party where lovely picture postcards were passed around the circle, and we all wrote captions on the back of them.

To do it properly, one looks at the picture first, comes up with a caption, and only then does one turn the postcard over to read what everyone else has written and to add one's own caption at the bottom of the list.

I'm going to put some of those here. If you want to do it like we did it, look at the image link first, invent your caption (if you like -- we were allowed to pass if we couldn't think of one we liked), and then look at the list of captions and add yours in the comments.

(This will be a lot of posts. I'll use cut-tags, but also I will completely understand if anyone feels overwhelmed and wants to drop me from their reading list until this spate of foolishness.)

And with that, esteemed readers, I give you the first one, which is a particular favorite of mine:

http://tinyurl.com/pcwvfbo

Captions are under this cut tag. Add yours in the comments if you want to join in -- but think of yours before you read the rest of them. )

And that's how it works. I'll tag all of these Snarky Valentine's Postcard Tea for ease in finding them.

(And I'm smiling now, because those were some fun times.)
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This is the grand list of everything available -- and right now, almost everything's on sale!

All the shinies! On sale until the evening of February 22. )
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Fluorescent shinies coming:

"Calling the Witnesses"
"The Daughters of Ghostflower House"
"It's Never What You Expect"
"So the Fish Told Her the Way"
"Utility Pendant: Fluorescence"

"All My Magic Aunts"
"And Sweeter Still the Spring"
"Beauty and the Veil"
"Beware When the Good Folk Smile"
"Box of Kindness"
"Devotions of a Scholar"
"Faithful Wings"
"Got a Good Thing Going"
"The Hall of Ghost Knights"
"Haunted in a Good Way"
"Jonquil Hopes"
"Little Songs for an Icebird"
"Occam's Spoon"
"Science in the Morning"
"Seed Catalog"
"A Smile In Her Pocket"
"Subtle"
"Then Farewell Dull Cares"
"What To Keep Summer Memories In"


Non-fluorescent shinies coming:

"Magic Beans"

"A Midsummer Night's Crossover"
"Still It Flows, and Ever Will"
"The Three Tribes of Fae in the Museum of Natural History"
"When She Came Down the Mountain"

"Dancing on Vanished Floors"
"Heart Science"
"Her Voice Like Lilies"
"Pick Your Histories"
"Rhyme Fire"
"The Warm Past"
"Where We Keep the Ashes"
"Wreathed in Words of Power"



I've taken photos of these, so with any luck, they'll go up late tonight in their own post. Watch this journal! (And I'm going to try doing it both here and on LJ.)
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I went to Velma's memorial last night, and then to Quarter, where we made toasts and told stories.

Today I acquired many beads, which some of the folks in Beads of the Month will see.

Even though it feels like I have nothing to say and no words to say it with, yet here I am typing, so that's gotta count for something. Hello, hello, world. I am going to borrow a little of Velma's fierceness about loving life, because that's a suitable remembrance. (So imagine this post written in some jewel-colored ink with a really interesting fountain pen.)

And how are you?
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I was in New York City last month, and from my seat on the N train crossing the bridge, I looked at the Lady. Hello, Lady.


The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tosst to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

-- Emma Lazarus
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Praying Drunk

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk.
Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks.
I ought to start with praise, but praise
comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you
about the woman whom I taught, in bed,
this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form
keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes.
Do you? And after love, when I was hungry,
I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled,
Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard
she fell out of the bed. Take care of her.

Next, confession—the dreary part. At night
deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden.
They’re like enormous rats on stilts except,
of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes
them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet.
I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike
out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard
to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use
a hollow point and hit them solidly.
A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause.
Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back
into the trash, and I would feel a little bad
to kill something that wants to live
more savagely than I do, even if
it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing.
Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that
might mean more beautiful and hungry deer.
Who knows?
                   I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven
home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.
Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave
about to break and sweep across the valley,
and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought,
O let it come and wash the whole world clean.
Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair—
whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.

Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees,
that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health,
food, air, some laughs, and all the other things
I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do
without. I have confused myself. I’m glad
there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer.
While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept
when I saw one elephant insert his trunk
into another’s ass, pull out a lump,
and whip it back and forth impatiently
to free the goodies hidden in the lump.
I could have let it mean most anything,
but I was stunned again at just how little
we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look!
Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling
schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go
and watch the monkeys in the monkey house.
I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord,
we lurch from metaphor to metaphor,
which is—let it be so—a form of praying.

I’m usually asleep by now—the time
for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed
up late and called the radio and asked
they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed.
I want a lot of money and a woman.
And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know—
a character like Popeye rubs it on
and disappears. Although you see right through him,
he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things,
and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes
from his invisible pipe. It makes me think,
sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me
is the poor jerk who wanders out on air
and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees
eternity, and suddenly his shoes
no longer work on nothingness, and down
he goes. As I fall past, remember me.


-- Andrew Hudgins, The Never-Ending: New Poems

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