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The Chinese Goddess of prostitutes. As a mortal, she was a widow who was much too liberal and inventive with her favors, and her father-in-law killed her. In death she was honored by her more professional associates and eventually became the goddess of whores.
Baklava Cups
1 (2 1/8oz) box frozen miniature phyllo cups
2/3 c. chopped mixed nuts
1-2 tsp. sugar
1/4 c. honey
1 tsp. water

1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
2. Place the shells on a baking sheet. Mix the sugar and chopped nuts and fill the shells. Bake for 8 minutes or until the shells are lightly browned.
3. Mix the honey and water in a small bowl and drizzle over the nuts. Serve warm or at room temperature.

Kujiga: Korean Chant
Song sung by the nine elders of Kaya when summoning King Suro. One of the earliest (if not the first) recorded instance of a shamanistic ritual (kut) in Korea.

Keobuga, Keobuga
Meorireul naeeora
Naeeonoch'i aneumyeon
Kuweo meogeuri
"Turtle, Turtle
Stick out your head
If you don't
We'll roast and eat you"

Cortigiana Onesta
In Italy, known as honest courtesans, the cortigiana onesta were usually well-educated and worldly (sometimes even more so than the average upper-class woman), and often held simultaneous careers as performers or artists. They were typically chosen on the basis of their "breeding"--social and conversational skills, intelligence, common sense, and companionship--as well as their physical attributes. It was usually their wit and personality that set them apart from regular women. They were prostitutes in the sense that sex was one of their obligations, but unlike the average prostitute, sex constituted only a facet of the courtesan's array of services. For example, they were expected to be well-dressed and ready to engage in a variety of topics ranging from art to music to politics.
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Samwell - "What What (In the Butt)"

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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
A Pox on your History- Reviewed by E. Michael Jones, Ph.D.
At some point during late 1967 or early 1968, I decided that in order to complete a novel I was attempting to write, I needed the help of a creative writing instructor. I had already shown some of the stories I had written to Hiram Hayden, who was teaching at the Annenberg School of Communication at the University of Pennsylvania, but decided that I needed advice on a weekly basis, and Hayden, who was at the end of an illustrious career, wasn’t available. That’s how I met Bob Summers. He was an ad man turned playwright who was, I would estimate, 20 to 25 years older than me. His most famous play was The Seeds in the Passes. It had been performed, which is accomplishment enough, in both theaters and on TV. For the next year or so, we met on a weekly basis. He was, as I remember, a sympathetic listener who always had something encouraging and intelligent to say. We became friends. He introduced me to the woman he was living with at the time, who had a dance troupe and had just had a child by him. Bob was involved in fighting the city of Philadelphia’s ill-fated cross-town expressway at the time, a 10-lane monstrosity which was planned to go down South Street in Philadelphia and would have permanently altered the relationship between the center of town and the Italian and Jewish neighborhoods to the south. As part of those efforts, he was also instrumental in the founding of The Painted Bride, a coffee house ahead of its time in its anticipation of the rebirth of boho South Street out of the ashes of the former retail garment district. Bob scheduled poetry readings at the Painted Bride and brought the same sympathy to that operation that he brought to the creative writing classes.

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Monday, June 04, 2007
Web 2.0: The Machine is Us/ing Us
Web 2.0 will force us to rethink everything through publishing more of the written word


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Name: Coddswaddle

High Priestess of the Dark Lord Internet

About Me: I was hatched long ago by a slightly neurotic squirrel. It was from that rodent that I cultivated an interest in shiny objects and innovative design. Marketing is a trial for me as I navigate the aisles of plastic-wrapped promotional products. At home I like to shoot aliens while smack-talking, cuddling my cats, and causing my fiancée grief.
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