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Beautiful professional model, Candice Boucher, photographed by Warwick Saint








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Crazy

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?
Possibly

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
Probably
ouh ouh crazy

Lyrics - Songwriters
CALLAWAY, THOMAS / BURTON, BRIAN JOSEPH / REVERBERI, GIANFRANCO / REVERBERI, GIAN PIERO

Published by
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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....





WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?

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."




































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Dutch family who fought Nazis and protected their Jewish friends in WWII.







































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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The Chosen Ones - Trailer, 4 min from Bars Media on Vimeo.














THE CHOSEN ONES

Mikhail, in his 80's, has buried himself alive in the tons of garbage that he has gathered during the last 15 years. Mariam is in her 50's, but looks like she is in her 70's, and depends completely on antidepressants. Anahit, in her 60's, lives in an empty apartment with the souls of her 8 children and husband.

The Chosen Ones tells the story of old and lonely people, who at the end of their lives decided to fight against their despair and hopelessness through the dance and through new friendship.
In a country where there is no social life for seniors, these group of people are brave enough to go against the mainstream and even against the inevitable. Every day these people prove through their performance that they still have dreams of love, hopes for the future, and can amaze audience with their spirits. The film shows that even a life spent in hardship is worth living until the last minute!

















































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The Times We've Known

The times we've known are slipping by
Iike vapour trails across the sky
The best of times, the worst of times
Have come and gone

The years of debt, the years of doubt
the years of 'what's it all about?'
Of holding fast, and holding out
And holding on

When life was hard and chances few
Still I was rich in having you
Though people said we wouldn't go far
We went ahead and here we are

Together still remember me
Together still through everything
The times we've known

Sometimes the years were lush and green
Sometimes we lived on hope alone
A little bit of both have been
The times we've known

Some lucky flings, some rotten breaks
Some funny things, a few mistakes
The dreams that every dreamer takes
And makes his own

The time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to let the world go by
And if there were some tears to pay
No one can take those years away

On fragile wings our days have flown
Still we have things to call our own
The times we've known
The times we've known

Written by Charles Aznavour

Les Bons Moments in French
































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Photo of Gayane Aslamazyan, popular model/actress in Armenia. Photographer unknown.















Love is not a thing to understand.
Love is not a thing to feel.
Love is not a thing to give and receive.
Love is a thing only to become
And eternally be.

~ Sri Chinmoy



























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Photo of Gayane Aslamazyan, popular model/actress in Armenia. Photographer unknown.





















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