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Originally Posted by dixielady

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*If you were making a film, what mood or atmosphere would you try to create?*



Film? sex life? Oh HELL NO...

[Kätzchen]

[Licious]

Smallest Ever Computer Memory, Using 12 Atoms, Developed By IBM

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/0...n_1204646.html

just found it interesting. very nerdy of me I know.

[funkyfemme]

[Kätzchen]

[smouldering]

[smouldering]

[Alurra]

I found this on www.infernodances.com.
It's a column they are hosting by Kathy Belge
(aka Dipstick from Curve magazine).



First Kisses on Street Corners
The new year has me thinking about beginnings and firsts. 2011 was the first full year that I was single since the breakup of my long-term relationship. In that year, I’ve kissed a few women. Each has a different taste, a different way of turning her head, moving in with hands, hips or tongues. Each one left a distinct and lovely memory.

There was the woman I met on the Olivia cruise. After three days of flirting and tension building, our first kiss, on the upper deck of the ship on a tropical breezy night should have been exquisite. Instead, as I leaned in to kiss her, she thrust her tongue straight into my mouth. It almost pushed me overboard. Maybe she just didn’t have her sea legs yet, because we eventually figured it out and shared some sweet kisses under a Caribbean full moon.

Then there was the girl I met at a comedy show. We had a nice connection on our first date over dark beer and nachos. I didn’t want the evening to end and asked her if she’d like to go on to Crush. As we stood by her car, negotiating who was going to drive, she looked me in the eye and said, “I think you need to kiss me right now.” How could I not?

The triathlete from Seattle came down on the train and we met at a concert. After the show, I offered to drive her to her hotel. After I illegally parked downtown, she turned and said “Here comes that awkward moment when we hug goodbye.” “Oh no,” I piped in. “I want a kiss.” It was not awkward at all.

Then there was the organic gardener. After three hours of talking in a Hawthorne bar, we stepped out into the misty dark. While deciding what to do next, “I want to kiss you,” slipped out of my mouth. “Right here on the street?” she asked. I didn’t answer with words. She let out a tiny moan and bit into my lower lip as she pressed me into my car, her inhibitions gone.

One of the first girls I dated after my breakup was a cute bicycling lawyer. We hung out for a few weeks in the “Are we dating or just biking buddies?” mode. Finally after acknowledging our attraction, we had our first kiss on the back deck of the house I had just purchased. The rest of the summer, we’d sneak into the backyards of houses for sale and let our dogs run loose while we kissed on strangers’ back porches.

A sweet summer surprise was the smoky redhead with a raspy voice I stood next to at an Indigo Girls concert at the zoo. She shared her boxed wine and we bonded as we bopped and sang along to our favorite songs. Just as the Girls started singing “Hammer and a Nail,” I looked at her, she looked at me, and we just started making out, right there in middle of the crowd at the zoo. I never saw her again, but the memory brings a smile to my face.

It’s a new year full of new possibilities and potential first kisses. Get out there and create some memories of 2012.

[funkyfemme]

I love me some Dipstick!

Originally Posted by Alurra

I found this on www.infernodances.com.
It's a column they are hosting by Kathy Belge
(aka Dipstick from Curve magazine).



First Kisses on Street Corners
The new year has me thinking about beginnings and firsts. 2011 was the first full year that I was single since the breakup of my long-term relationship. In that year, I’ve kissed a few women. Each has a different taste, a different way of turning her head, moving in with hands, hips or tongues. Each one left a distinct and lovely memory.

There was the woman I met on the Olivia cruise. After three days of flirting and tension building, our first kiss, on the upper deck of the ship on a tropical breezy night should have been exquisite. Instead, as I leaned in to kiss her, she thrust her tongue straight into my mouth. It almost pushed me overboard. Maybe she just didn’t have her sea legs yet, because we eventually figured it out and shared some sweet kisses under a Caribbean full moon.

Then there was the girl I met at a comedy show. We had a nice connection on our first date over dark beer and nachos. I didn’t want the evening to end and asked her if she’d like to go on to Crush. As we stood by her car, negotiating who was going to drive, she looked me in the eye and said, “I think you need to kiss me right now.” How could I not?

The triathlete from Seattle came down on the train and we met at a concert. After the show, I offered to drive her to her hotel. After I illegally parked downtown, she turned and said “Here comes that awkward moment when we hug goodbye.” “Oh no,” I piped in. “I want a kiss.” It was not awkward at all.

Then there was the organic gardener. After three hours of talking in a Hawthorne bar, we stepped out into the misty dark. While deciding what to do next, “I want to kiss you,” slipped out of my mouth. “Right here on the street?” she asked. I didn’t answer with words. She let out a tiny moan and bit into my lower lip as she pressed me into my car, her inhibitions gone.

One of the first girls I dated after my breakup was a cute bicycling lawyer. We hung out for a few weeks in the “Are we dating or just biking buddies?” mode. Finally after acknowledging our attraction, we had our first kiss on the back deck of the house I had just purchased. The rest of the summer, we’d sneak into the backyards of houses for sale and let our dogs run loose while we kissed on strangers’ back porches.

A sweet summer surprise was the smoky redhead with a raspy voice I stood next to at an Indigo Girls concert at the zoo. She shared her boxed wine and we bonded as we bopped and sang along to our favorite songs. Just as the Girls started singing “Hammer and a Nail,” I looked at her, she looked at me, and we just started making out, right there in middle of the crowd at the zoo. I never saw her again, but the memory brings a smile to my face.

It’s a new year full of new possibilities and potential first kisses. Get out there and create some memories of 2012.

[durrrrrrrr]

since when did the left lane on the interstate become the "slow" "travel" lane?????

[Rook]

[Soon]

Golden Globe Red Carpet Arrivals is on!

pervin' on the fashion

[UofMfan]

Will the real Green Bay Packers please stand up?

[LeftWriteFemme]

[tapu]

Originally Posted by dixielady

Hm, mine has chapter notes, but here goes.

1. Wilma Dykeman, Tennessee: A History, p 22

Well... it has the word dyke in there.....

[Rook]

strange....
Mine says

Although Thóra knew this could wait until morning, she wanted to know the answer now. - page 45 from Last Rituals by Icelandic author Yrsa Sigurdardóttir.

cute...


and now...

[Passionaria]

[Hollylane]

I love watching crows! They are intelligent and really seem to have a sense of humor. Thank you for posting this

[tapu]

Originally Posted by Rook

strange....
Mine says

Although Thóra knew this could wait until morning, she wanted to know the answer now. - page 45 from Last Rituals by Icelandic author Yrsa Sigurdardóttir.

Ya gotta love Icelandic names. In Njal's Saga, I think there are some Sigurdsons. There are Njalsons and Njaldóttirs, of course. There are also people named Hairy-Breeks and Ulf the Unwashed. Just what are breeks, anyway?

[Alurra]

Originally Posted by dixielady

"Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right.
~Issac Asimov" (It's a book of quotes.)

So far, not a problem.