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Beautiful professional model, Candice Boucher, photographed by Warwick Saint

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Beautiful photo blog; thanks for sharing your photography here, Rob :)

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Much of California is experiencing an Indian Summer lately, so I was delighted to see these beautiful autumn colors in photos as the second best option. I love Fall as much as Spring!

The beauty and grandeur of nature in Norway beautifully presented here.

"This is a time-lapse video resulting from a 15,000 km (almost 10,000 miles) long road trip and tens of thousands of images taken along the way over the last 5 months. The journey has covered all of Norway’s 19 counties, from the far south to the Russian border in the Northeast.
The Aim of this 5 minute short film is to show the variety of Norway, everything from the deep fjords in the Southwest, to the moon landscape in the North, the Aurora Borealis (Nothern Lights) and the settlements and cities around the country, both in summer and wintertime. The video shows some of the most scenic places in Norway, such as Lofoten, Senja, Helgelandskysten, Geirangerfjorden, Nærøyfjorden and Preikestolen.
If you are interested in reading the tales, seeing behind-the-scenes photos from the journey and a map of the route driven, head over to
The soundtrack is custom-made for this film by the very talented fellow Norwegian Jogeir Daae Mæland."

A long time favorite, which I had a hard time locating in the days of vinyl records, when shopping with my Mom. She knew the name of the piece, the orchestra and conductor she wanted but could only remember that the composer's name was something like baloney or salami! I teased her about it for years to come and good sport that she was, she always got a big laugh when I did. Thanks to Brian, who still has one of the most interesting and beautiful blogs anywhere!

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I remember when,
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so special about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?

And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life
But think twice
That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart
To live their lives out on a limb
And all I remember
Is thinking, I want to be like them

Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little
It looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
ouh ouh crazy

Lyrics - Songwriters

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Got this funny story from YA...gave me a good laugh! The orangutang has nothing to do with YA or the story but he gives a good smile too...I have a soft spot for the apes, especially those guys and baby chimps....


Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn't do
something useful with my time.

Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite
topic of conversation.

She was "only thinking of me" and suggested I go down to the senior
center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night I decided to teach her a
lesson about staying out of my business.

I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 73 years old, and now you're going
to start jumping out of airplanes?"

I told her that I even got a membership card and e-mailed a copy to her.
She immediately telephoned me, "Good grief, where are your glasses!

This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
"Oh man, I'm in trouble... now what do I do? I signed up for five jumps a week."

I was so sad to hear the news of Robin Williams' death today. He brought much laughter to so many of us throughout the world, a talented actor and comedian...husband and father...sensitive human being. May he rest in peace and his family find comfort in the passage of time and warmth of their loving memories.

I always got a kick out of this routine about the French even though I'm a French national...I've always found it to be hilarious. He will be missed yet remembered always.

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Marcel Pagnol was a beloved author/playwright from Marseille who captured the Southern temperament, warmth, humor and spirit of this region of France. Being born and raised there, I have always had a deep love and respect for the man and his work.

The remake of this classic work looks to have all the charm and humor of the original which was directed by Pagnol, himself. I look forward to seeing it!

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Photo by Andrew Scrivani for The New York Times

Recipe at link

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Sculpture by Bruno Catalano, in Marseille, France (my hometown) from his The Immigrants series. Interesting website with more of his work.

April 24,1915

Armenian song of the "Homeless" in Armenian, "Andouni" performed by Isabel Bayrakdarian

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Shifting the Sun

by Diana Der-Hovanessian

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses. May you inherit
his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.

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March 25, 2014

My precious beloved Father, Megherditch Hatsakortziantz, passed away peacefully last night. God bless him for the good he did for many all his life, he had a good heart and was a generous warm soul...for being an outstanding father to me. Instilling in me a love for people, love of music of all genres, love of travel, love, respect and appreciation for my Armenian roots...keeping my languages alive by forbidding me to speak English at home, sending me to France every year to maintain my love and ties for family, heritage...and making me feel feel like his beloved little Princess even when I was a grown up married woman with my own child and beyond. A beloved grandfather to my son, for whom there was no one in this whole wide world more special. Merci de tout coeur, Papa. My sun has shifted. May I now walk in his light...

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