Ye Mariners All

by Angeliska on April 29, 2004

So, perhaps I’m beating a dead horse with all this hub-bub about sailors and boats and such-but here, finally are the pictures I promised then.. Here’s our drunken sailor, Sven (Yes! Sven, I shit you not!)so ear-lie in the mornin’ (…)

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by Angeliska on April 22, 2004

What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? Steal his hat and take a picture, that’s what- I’ll put them (…)

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New Skin For the Old Ceremony

by Angeliska on April 19, 2004

As the ceremony lasted until past four in the morning, we were sadly unable to make our date for the rodeo,and ventured out into the swamp instead. An afternoon idyll under the branchesin the Crane Garden, a secret place V. foundbetween the (…)

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Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

by Angeliska on April 16, 2004

This week has been a veritable flurry of social obligations and events- I’m beginningto feel like a goddamn debutante, much against my will.It probably seems like life down here in the genteel South is nothin’ but a bunch of garden (…)

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Playing Canasta in Cold Rooms

by Angeliska on April 14, 2004

Well, actually – it’s gin-rummy, as I may be a little old lady with my stockings falling down, but canasta is a mystery to me. Someone said to me the other day, “Grandmas are just antique little girls.” Which I (…)

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