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Like many of my generational compatriots, I've never voted for the winning presidential candidate. I believe in the Rule of 3, that when one does something a third time the predictable outcome eludes him/her, so I'm confidant tomorrow my candidate will be victorious; but it's been hard for me to let go of some percolating skepticism all the same.

I woke up this morning, just as I have the last few mornings, congested. It would be easy for me to dismiss this pattern as a lingering side effect of a pesky cold or as a sign that my second sinus surgery was as unsuccessful as the first. But in my gut, I know that it's neither. And thank goodness, especially in the case of the latter. You see, when I have a lot on my mind or a heavy heart, I don't breathe properly. When I sleep, I am particularly prone to shallow mouth breathing and this creates a clog in my sinus cavities that even Joe the Plumber couldn't drill through.

I need this election to be over. I have logged so many CNN viewing hours that I broke into tears a few weeks ago when I saw John King on an escalator at Columbus Circle. I wanted to ask him about his "magic wall" but couldn't stop blubbering in time!

But I also need to see the man I believe will embody the values-driven leadership I have built a business on in that Oval Office. Or else....

In meditation yesterday, my guest instructor shared that there are only three things certain about death. (How's that for a seemingly illogical segue?)

1. We all will die.

(No argument there.)

2. None of us know exactly when we will die.

(I can come up with some exceptions to this. In fact, this morning a group of my students created a provocative site specific performance about the death penalty in a stairwell attesting to the fact that some folks have their deaths scheduled down to the minute. But I'll let the Tibetan Buddhists have number two nonetheless.)

3. The only thing that will matter at the time of our death is the dharma (one's righteous duty or virtuous path)

While I'm still trying to negotiate how dharma fits in with my Greek Orthodox-Jewish religious ancestry and Catholic school education, the aspect of dharma I'm most fixated on at the brink of this monumental moment in history is how I can live each day as though it's going to be the last. This is a familiar idea, one I'm sure was first introduced to me in Sunday School as a tot. But after a day's worth of meditation on the first death principle, more thought than I've given the certainly of my own death in years, (which is striking given that I just commenced work on a play with Stolen Chair Theatre Company looking at vaudeville and death), I realize that just as I want to live each day from a place of gratitude, I really also want to live each day ready to die. I want to know that at every moment I've consistently put my values into practice and that each extra day I'm given to breathe, that I do it fully, without regret, and without attachment to getting another day to practice these virtues again.

The first attachment I need to rid myself of: a particular outcome to tomorrow's election!

Does anyone have a strategy for this.

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Country: Spain
Genre: Martial/Industrial/Dark Ambient/Neo-Classical

First Chapter
Le Paradis Funebre (Past)
Act 1 'Beginning'
1. Underworld Dreams [6:18]
2. The Grave Of Mankind [3:23]
Act 2 'Remembrance'
3. Words Of Silence [4:45]
Act 3 'Death'
4. La Clameur De l'Ombre [2:35]
5. Into Heaven's Maze [5:10]
Act 4 'Desolation'
6. Garden Of Solitude [4:46]
Act 5 'End'
7. When The Black Sun Rises [5:42]
8. The Return Of The Light [8:33]
Second Chapter
L'Envers Du Tristesse (Present)
'Prelude'
9. Regret [4:14]
'Desconstruction'
10. Part One [7:33]
11. Part Two [5:57]
Bonus Track
12.

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Nick Cage is Gates, a treasure hunter (oh, pardon treasure ...
"protector", whatever that means) that is descended from a long line
treasure hunters. One of his ancestors had been given a clue to the whereabouts of
an enormous treasure that our founding fathers, most if not all
Freemasons, has decided to hide, because they simply do not want to finance their
independence all that bad.

The first idea that turns out to be a long-lost vessel
hidden in the Arctic. Gates and his crew, consisting of financier Ian (Sean Bean),
Movie Dork Riley (Justin Bartha of the immortal "Gigli") and a pair
face of lackeys, going into the cargo hold of the ship . Immediately
spill out tons of gunpowder all over the floor, not that this is
significant in any way. Finally are the track (
is a skeleton hanging over it) and that turns out to be a pipe with writing ... on it.
Order. Do not ask me to explain.

is an enigma, and despite the fact that their issue is clearly
Miff not find the real treasure, wanders around yammering
Gates himself on the meaning of the enigma in this frozen
cargo hold, while the crew is only around slack-jawed. I mean, come
ignition. Someone should have been a little vocal in their disappointment
comes all the way to the Arctic and freaking
not find anything interesting, but they are only there as Gates enters his own world,
solve the riddle .

The next track that turns out to be in the Declaration of Independence. Ian
decides to steal. Gates was dismayed. Several characters deliver
gratingly obvious exposure (get used to it). All this leads to Ians lackey
pulling a firearm to Gates, and gunpowder goes off in a big explosion
. (oh, thats why we all spilled gunpowder! Huh!) Ian
and his henchmen make his escape, and Gates and film Dork Riley
walk nine miles in subzero temperatures to a Inuit people, to stop
.

To stop them, Gates concluded after trying the FBI and Super
archivist Abigail Chase (Diane Kruger), Gates and Riley is stealing.
Riley then said Gates in unbearable detail why they can not steal the Declaration
because it is so protected with metal and laser eye
and high-tech security, blah, blah. Gates said then that there
Riley a chance to steal the preservation of the room. Does Riley
know what the Board of preservation is, Gates calls? "A place where fazer jams and jellies? "Im not joking, which is the royal line. Bartha
not deliver it as a joke, either. Therefore, Riley has all this research
about the Library of Congress and the Archives and water and sewer,
fercryinoutloud, but do not know the preservation of the room. This
more or less which indicates the level of this script is.

To make the rest of this short, Gates, in fact, done with the D
R, in a ridiculous break-in that could only happen in a movie. (
I also hate the way they represent the technology of computer monitor in the movies - full of unlikely and
bit graphics and fonts.) Abigail Chase
just tagging along convenience for the good, and as an apparent "love
interest" angle. At one point, the three of them within the
law, all discuss their plans really loudly in a clothing store,
surrounded by people.

a series of clues and the abduction of Gates father, played by a dyspeptic
Jon Voight, brings good and bad alike with a huge
Indiana Jones fun house located below the New York City. Strange that
meters builders never found this thing. Doors and gates high lead Ian
front of a wild goose persecution. Ian cree who are trapped in an impasse
and left there. However, after being transferred, Riley wondered how
going to leave. Gates ...

... Oh boy ...

... presses a button and a door opens. No, Im serious. A button, like
they might have on a veal-flush toilet in an office building. Well
thing he knew it was. Anyway, after some more command-twiddling,
is this huge treasure room (remember, this is below
Manhattan!) Filled with all kinds of things historyish gold. Riley receives
to offer a line really stupid. Again. Officer FBI
forgives and Harvey Keitel, Sean Bean arrests, and allows the two less chemistry -
leads to marry.

For any spectator, I think it would be difficult to ignore all the exhibits,
leaps of logic, and the characters stereotyped for a long time.
Although some of his statement implies pleasant lessons of history
inserted in a conversation at random moments. I would like more talks
that in my life.

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Tonight, I bailed on the mall and stayed home to watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. What a classic movie. Even though it's a movie based around variousdrug experiences, and I have never, or WILL NEVER experience them myself, it was rather enjoyable. That is some odd stuff in that movie. For all of you with IO, go to HBO on demand and watch it. It's a very strange movie, and the beginning is hard to get into, but stick with it and you will be amazed.

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The idea: Get as many Stuck in the 80s fans to Vegas for the show. Possibly get a block of hotel rooms, concert tickets and then we take over the town for the weekend. Stuck in the 80s uber-fan Jane has become the unofficial point person as we try to get a show of hands on who's up for such a trip.
The rub: Vegas isn't the cheapest town, especially when you live in Florida. From Tampa Bay, count on airfare starting about $300. Rooms in Vegas will run anywhere from $100 to $200 a night, since this concert happens over a weekend.
The competition: There's also a great 80s mega-show here in Tampa just three days before the Vegas show. Journey, Heart and Cheap Trick play Tampa's Ford Amphitheatre on July 30.
The up-side: It could be a great chance to meet all the 80s blog stars at once and catch an unbelievable lineup of bands. Their tour isn't hitting too many cities -- this is a rare opportunity. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
So sound off on the idea. And we're open to suggestions on how to make this an even better experience. (No more requests for Sean to do the Dance of the Seven Buttons.

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