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For Crying Out Loud …
… I’m navigating uncharted waters of family grief and estate settlement amid the need to keep my social media “humming” and algorithms rhythmic. What do you people want from me? (Pose your questions in the comments section. I’ll respond when…
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Sometimes When You Feed the Shark …
… YOU really feed the shark. ———————— #TheyAintPuppies #Maldives #SharkAttack #AintNoThingButAChickenWing #NurseShark #JonathanKieran #JonathanKieranWriter #JonathanKieranArtist #JonathanKieranMusic
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Can’t Get Enough of Poop-Eating Saints? Have We Got a Book for YOU!
For readers who like the delectably morbid quirks of human history/society, nothing tops Magnificent Corpses by Anneli Rufus. It’s about the tawdry relic trade of the Middle Ages, and the often psychotic “saints” who inspired it—including Margaret Mary Alacocque (seeress…
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Bird Poop Can Only Hide a Goddess for So Long …
… until she finds a way out of the mess. Even if it takes centuries. Archaeologists in Egypt are focused currently upon restoration work on the great temple of Khnum-Ra, Khnum, and Neith in the city of Esna. The temple…
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Ben Harper: the Talent Who Deserves Superstardom …
… but who likely won’t get it, which may be a blessing to such a unique, sensitive talent. Superstardom seems to be an almost guaranteed, lifelong mindfuck for any human being, no matter how previously grounded or holistically dispositioned. That…
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Caress My Egyptological Algorithm
Oooooo, this is a FINE ARTICLE about the study of ancient graffiti (called dipinti in ancient times) found in the temple complex of Isis on the island of Agilkia/Philae. The markings, honoring a multitude of gods, goddesses, prayers, and simple…
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Old Friends Reunited
When I was a child, my Grandmother kept a 30 lb, gargantuan Webster’s Dictionary printed in 1932, a tome that I perused endlessly in a corner of her library with the fascination only a weird, wordy child could summon. I…
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She Was a Regular Gal at Heart
“Duchess” was the name my family’s first kitty. She turned her nose up at anything less than pâté de foie gras, mistreated the servants (us), enjoyed a tiddly of sherry before bedtime, yet UTTERLY eschewed the pomposity of tiaras. I…
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Renovation Never Hurt Any(disembody)
The Grim Reaper is due for a makeover. The robe, hourglass, and sickle must go. Name, too. Perhaps “The Arbitrary and Completely Unbiased Transition Facilitator” would do. Wearing a pinafore. Armed with a stiletto. Carrying a basket of Eternity Muffins.…
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Keep the Faith, Baby and Keep that Algorithm Rockin’
I’m off, far-away from my base of operations, tending to matters of crucial personal import. Readers are thus spared the latest hijinks of Great White Sharks and whatever the hell else catches my attention over coffee in the morning. I…
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