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I'm watching a Youtube video of tattoo competition on the show Ink Master.
This episode is a collection of the worst tattoos in the event.
Think before you Ink is the name of one of the teams who failed in a middle round.

The Apocalypse

by Dr. Elizabeth Mitchell

This is the apocalypse
A daffodil has poked its head up
from the dirt and opened
sunny arms to bluer skies
yet I am filled with
dark and anxious dread
as theaters close as travel ends and
grocery stores display their empty rows
where toilet paper liquid bleach
and bags of flour stood in upright ranks.

My stomach twists and fingers shake
as I prepare to work the battleground
the place I’ve always loved and felt at home
is now a field of droplets sprayed across a room
or lurking on a handle or a sink to find their way
inside our trusting hands or mouths or eyes
the ones that touch you when you’re sick
speak soothing words and seek the answer to your pain.

This is the apocalypse
as spring begins again
and brightly colored flowers
deploy in my back yard
the neighbors walk their dogs
and march along the quiet streets
I stretch my purple gloves on steady hands
I tie my yellow gown behind my back
my hair inside a blue bouffant
my mouth and nose and eyes are
still and calm inside their waiting shields.
This is the apocalypse.

A woman came to the showroom this week asking if we could provide replacement cabinets for her house that was damaged by a water leak. My answer was yes and scheduled an appointment to measure to see what is needed.
She's an older woman with a very outgoing personality. Her taste is contemporary and she selected our display with gloss white cabinets... because everything in her house is white. Retired years ago, she told me she was in the design business and hand-crafted floral arrangements that included faux palm trees.

I made it to my appointment today and found a disaster in the making. All the furniture was gone, most of the walls were cut from 3 feet and below the drywall was stripped off the studs. Anything that was exposed to mold/mildew had been painted with a white sealer, probably something with the ability to stop the growth of mold.

The place appeared to have been decorated like the lobby of a casino. Mirrored walls, sculptured glass ornaments, artsy-fartsy murals, drapes and huge vases of palm trees. Forced to live in an extended-stay hotel, no one was allowed to be living at the house.
The drying fans had been removed and she was waiting for the drywall crew to return to close the walls so they can continue the restoration process. I measured what was in my scope. Looking around I see her house is on a lake and the back yard was complete with statues and artwork. Probably a place for parties, the barbecue had a canopy and the covered bar area had lounge chairs and outdoor furniture. Certainly a palace for this woman... complete with a hand-painted ceiling of blue sky and clouds!

It appeared the water seeped under some floor tiles and that would be a huge issue to re-tile the entire floor. She's in the stage of negotiating with the insurance company and working with a public adjuster. Something like that could hold up the project for weeks. Hopefully her insurance coverage is sufficient to get her back into her home. From experience, unless she wants to pull from her pocket, many of the custom design pieces will only be a memory.

Her once upon a time palace is in ruin...

The Poem - Aami Sei Meye (I AM THAT GIRL)
By - Suvo Dasgupta
Recitation By - Bratati Bandyopadhyay





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Poem Summery
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I Am That Girl

Whom , you See Everyday Outside , on the Road , Bus , Train ..
Whose Saari (ethnic dress) , Bindi (the beauty makeup) on Forehead , Earrings and High Heels , you see them all everyday ...
And you Desire to see Much More of Her ..
Whom , you See in your Dream , As Whatever you Wish ..

I Am That Girl

Whose Shadow even is Prohibited for you to Touch due to Religious Customs , in remote villages at Bihar ...
But
Whom , you Kidnap from the Slum , under the Darkness of Night to fulfil your Upper Caste Royal s*xual Desire ..

I Am That Girl

I Am That Girl

Whom , you want to Pick up from the Labour Cottage of Asam and bring into your Modern Fashionable Bungalow , to see her Naked Body in the ray of Fireplace during the Night ..

I Am That Girl

Whom , you Send to Collect Life-saving Water from 10 miles away , walking By Feet , at the Village of Rajasthan , and right after returning Tired to Death , Whom , you Force to Prepare Meal for you ..

I Am That Girl

I Am That Girl

Whom , you want to spend your time with , at River side or on the Lawn of Victoria or in the Blue Light of Movie Theater , to enjoy your Emotional Game ..
And
After the Game is Over , throwing away Her like the Empty Packet of Ciggerates , you Move On in your Decorated Wedding Carriage on the highway ..
Left behind , Standing Alone , in the evening light ..

I Am That Girl

I Am That Girl

Whom , even Gods never forgive ..
To satisfy the Ego of Almighty , force the Blessing of Unwanted Pregnancy inside the Womb of the Virgine ..
And Kunti (the Mother) becomes Destined to Abandon Karna (the Child) , with teary eyes ...

I Am That Girl

In the time of Dire Needs in the family , I am the Sole Provider ..
From the Earning of my Tuition , comes Medicine for the Sick Parents ..
From extra Savings of my Earnings , comes Book for the Study of the Brother ..
Under the Cloudy Sky , I become the Umbrella ..
I get Wet constantly in the Rain ..
But
My Family Live Safely under my Shelter ..

You ..
Yes You , You All ..
You All have done So Much For Me ..
In Arts , Religions , Cultures ,
You all have Worshiped Me As Goddess ..
Payed Tribute to Me As Mother ..
Created Fuss for Me As Comparing with Nature ..
At the same time ,
Made Me stand in the Queue of the Brothel as well ..

Yes .. I Am That Girl

Someday may be ..
May be Someday ...
May be some another day ..

I will Throw away all the Artificial Sugar-coated Deceiving Veil of mine , and will Reveal my All Natural Exceptional Awesome Unique Identity ..

My open Hairs will be Spread all over through the Winds ..

Firy Light will be Burning through my Eyes ..

Divine Rays will be Shining through my Forehead ..

The Divine Sword will be Sparkling in my Hand ..

Battle Drums will be start Ringing through the Ornaments on my Feet ..

My Merciless Laughter will fill the whole Universe ..

Even Gods will start Chanting Mantras (Sanskrit Scripture) in Great Fear ..

I will start Moving Forward like Destructive Forest Fire ..

And
By the side of my Path ..
There will be lots and lots and lots of Headless Corpses falling behind ...

The Corpse of Civilizations ..
The Corpse of Progress ..
The Corpse of Enlightenment ..
The Corpse of Society ..

May Be I Am That Girl ..
May Be .. If May Be .....

Emporer Tomato ketchup / stereolab
Red hot chili peppers ) californication
Mellow gold / Beck
Down colorful hill / red house painters
Frogstomp / silver chair
Blue lines / massive attack
................} white rabbit / Jeff Airplane
Total: staring at the sun / TV on the radio

Mass hypnosis .. massive ignorance.... massive debt
.... Lesser magic-.... I'm Johnny Utah, and I approved this message, maybe.- J. Biden

The magazine rack at the local Wal-Mart is near the corridor by the registers. On my way out I always notice a memorabilia book about artist Bob Ross. As a kid I remember Bob had a TV show (on public broadcasting) that was as exciting as watching grass grow. My dad watched it in between cat naps!
Bob's art reminded me of the 'starving artists' who would park a truck in an empty lot selling framed murals on black velvet.



The difference was Bob's art was scenic usually with a mountain and waterfall or a lake and a reflection of the moon shimmering over the water. In order to get the shimmering effect, Bob would use white paint at the end. He coined a key phrase "Magic White" to describe the technique that made the reflection stand out in his painting.

From time-to-time someone will reference Bob and his painting skills, usually in jest, but the fact is he had that gig for years and lots of people watched it!

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Once upon a Time ..
Far far Away ..

There was a kingdom ..
There was a King ..
And ..
There was a Queen named Siya ..

One day , it was "Dol Yatra" (Festival of Colors) , the Queen Siya went out from her palace to celebrate the occasion ..

She was roaming in her gorgeous chariot ..
Suddenly she stopped seeing something ..

There on the river side , was a small cottage made out of clay ..
Decorated by flowers of jungle ..
Painted with "Alpona" (white color artistic design) ..

Queen Siya asked her maids , "Whose cottage is that ?"
They answered , "It's the home of Diya , a poor woman living in the village ..

Queen Siya returned to her palace , all very distressed ..
King asked , "What's wrong my darling ?"
Queen replied , "I don't want to live in this palace .. I want to live in a cottage made of clay .."
King said , "No problem !!"

King immediately build a beautiful new cottage all made of clay and decorated just like that cottage of that poor woman Diya ..

Queen Siya moved in there ..
But ..

She could not feel the Happiness she expected ..

It's felt all Empty ..

Another day , it was "Snan Yatra" (Festival of Shower) , Queen Siya went to the river to celebrate a shower ceremony ..

She was dressed with all gorgeous cloths , beautiful makeup and valuable jewelleries ..
Then suddenly she stopped seeing something ..

A woman was returning from the river after taking a bath , wearing a simple red lined white cloth , walking on her bare foot , carrying a clay pot filled with water from the river ..

Queen Siya asked her maids , "Who is that angelic woman ?"
They answered , "She is Diya , the poor woman living in the village .."

Queen Siya returned with so much of distress ..
King asked her again , "What's wrong my darling ?"
Queen replied , "I want to take bath in river , carry water walking on my bare foot .."
King said , "No problem !!"

King immediately made all the arrangement ..
The road was all cleaned and cleared ..
After taking a bath in the river , Queen Siya walked by her bare foot , wearing a red lined simple white cloth , carrying a clay pot filled with river water ..
But ..
As she reached home , she threw away the clay pot ..

She could not feel the Happiness she expected ..

It's felt all Empty ..

Then once again another day , it was "Raas Yatra" (Festival of Music and Dance) , Queen Siya went out again to celebrate with 100 of her maids ..
Then suddenly she stopped seeing something ..

There was a young boy , carrying a basket filled with fruits from trees , vegetables from field , flowers from garden , with a glowing smile on his face ..

Queen Siya asked her maids , "Who is that cute boy ?"
They answered , "That is the Son of Diya , the poor woman living in the village .."

Queen returned again all distressed ..
King asked her again , "What's wrong my darling ?"
Queen replied , "I want my Son to bring fruits and flowers for me .."
Kind said , "No problem !!"

After getting order from the Father , the young Prince , carried a basket filled with fruits and flowers to his Mother ..
But ..
When Queen Siya looked at her Son , she found him all angry and frustrated because of the efforts he had to make for all that ..

Queen Siya could not feel the Happiness she expected ..

It's felt all Empty ..

Queen Siya went under total silence ..
She did not even respond to the King this time ..
Then her best friend came by and asked her , "Siya my friend , please tell me , What's Wrong !?"

Queen Siya replied , "I Had It All Watever I Deemand For ..
But I Never Been Able To Achieve The Happiness I Wished For ..

So now ,
I Don't Want To Chase After The Happiness Of Diya Anymore ..

Now All I Want Is To Cherish All The Sorrow Of Diya ,
That Poor Woman Living In The Village , Has In Her Life .."