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Katahdin (place)

2001-07-05T16:07:17Z

One of the endpoints of the Appalachian Trail, the other being Springer Mountain, Georgia. It's been said that you can see Mount Katahdin forty miles before you actually hit it as you hike along the trail, but once you reach the top, the view is entirely worth the difficult climb.

Real women, not models, belong in magazines (idea)

2001-06-21T15:01:53Z

Something should also be done about porno mags and the way they represent women. Rather than have pages filled with voluptuous bosoms and tight asses, there should be a magazine which depicts real people having some real sex.

It seems like even with these so-called fashion magazines, everything ultimately boils down to the I Have to Look Good Naked syndrome. Pornography, the way it is now, certainly doesn't help. People can get off on seeing regular folk naked, too. Maybe then, women (such as myself) with flappy breasts and some chub here and there won't feel so insecure if they can see some non-augmented body parts in a magazine, since there's no denying the fact that so many women do indeed look to magazines for tips on how they should appear.

solar eclipse (thing)

2001-06-14T15:10:29Z

It was a muggy day in the small town of Vèp, Hungary. The weather reports held dim prospects for us - chance of rain with very few breaks in the clouds. The sense of pessimism toward the weather, however, was overshadowed by the prospect of what most of us were about to witness for the first - and hopefully not last - time in our lives.

As we walked the two or three miles from our campsite to the large field some kind local had allowed us to borrow for a short while, we sang and chanted and prayed for the gods to be nice. Some of us were lugging heavy telescopes and photographic equipment, while others were making trips back and forth with a car to bring a few computers and video equipment. The solar eclipse of August 11, 1999 was one of those once-in-a-lifetime things. We had to be prepared.

About two hours of setting up and sitting around and getting giddy had passed when first contact was made. That is, the moon had just started to slowly graze…

nonfiction (thing)

2001-06-13T03:06:34Z

Stories that aren't made up or pretend. A recounting of events that actually took place, and are told through a writer's voice. Some people like to say, Truth is stranger than fiction! These people are referring to nonfiction.

Barbara Kingsolver (person)

2001-06-13T02:58:09Z

Wonderful author of many musings, missives, and novels, both of the fictitious and non-fictitious varieties. She was born in 1955 in Kentucky, and moved out and about during and after her college career.

Nonfiction she's written:

Holding the Line: Women in the Great Arizona Mine Strike of 1983 (1989)
High Tide in Tuscon: Essays from Now or Never (1995)

Fiction she's written:

She has also written poetry, short stories, and technical and scientific writings.

some info and dates taken from http://www.kingsolver.com

June 7, 2001 (idea)

2001-06-07T13:24:22Z

I got very wet this morning.

My eyes popped open at exactly 5:oo AM, one minute earlier than my alarm is set to go off. It was raining cats and dogs outside. Still is, as a matter of fact.

At 6, I got into my car to drive to the metro so I could make my hour long commute to work. It's raining so hard I can barely see out the window. The traffic light up ahead is red, so I pull to a stop and all the water that's accumulated on my car rolls forward with momentum. Suddenly, a steady drizzle of water comes pouring down on my head through some crack in the sun roof of my car. Nothing leaked through any other part of my sun roof, of course. It was right onto my head.

I quickly pulled up the hood of my rain coat, but all this resulted in was redirecting the little stream of water off the top of my hood into my lap. I had a big round wet spot in my frontal crotch region and my skirt isn't one that dries quickly.

The walk from the…