tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84316938130630846702024-02-21T06:29:17.790-08:00Live and Grind ArchivesWelcome to Adult Entertainer Sandra London's archived and republished posts from To Live and Grind in L.A.'s first five months of posts dated from December 2010-April 2011.Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-88241520270898344492012-05-03T18:03:00.001-07:002012-12-09T22:45:45.817-08:00Lil Miss Dangerous (Limited Time Only, Upon Request)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">We get all stuck in our headspace from time to time, calendars be damned. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, anyways, I did actually venture out from my home last night, still in "Friday" mode...and it was well after dark. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I haunted three different lady dens (i.e.: strip clubs) with two strapping gentlemen in tow, to see what I've been missing out on! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I like to go to strip clubs randomly every now and again not so much for the boobage, although, sure, boobs can be delightful for what they are....but kind of for technical, observatory reasons.....<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><em>"Oooh, it looks busy! The girls must be making BANK!"<o:p></o:p></em></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">That doesn't mean she made more than whoever is the requisite 'ugmo' in the club tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">But did you comment on her lusciousness while pulling out at a stack of dollars or are you just 'tipping me off' to a fellow hottie, as if that actually DOES something for ME<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>OR HER?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">This was surely <strong>not</strong> meant to come out all mean, so I apologize in advance if any offense is taken whatsoever. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, I might as well put it out there, no? I promise you I'm tooooootally reeeeeally nice, like 92% of the time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Promise!</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">But when something IS on my mind...it tends to come out if I have a direct, personal connection with what is being discussed or, sometimes, even mentioned!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">That being said, </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>I hereby present seven more of my ATF quotations:<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>1) "Gradually, everything that happens in the world is coming to be of interest everywhere in the world. And, gradually, thoughtful men and women everywhere are sitting in judgment upon the conduct of all nations."-<strong>Eliha Root<o:p></o:p></strong></em></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>2) "I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better."-<strong>Plutarch<o:p></o:p></strong></em></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>3) "The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing."-<strong>A German Proverb<o:p></o:p></strong></em></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>5) "Love is much like a wild rose---beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense."-<strong>Mark Overby<o:p></o:p></strong></em></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>6) "A small group of thoughtful people could change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."-<strong>Margaret Mead<o:p></o:p></strong></em></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>7) "Great thoughts speak only to the thoughtful mind, but great actions speak to all mankind."-<strong>Theodore Roosevelt<o:p></o:p></strong></em></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Sandra LONDON</em></span><br />
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<strong>*This post was originally written and published on To Live and Grind in L.A. on March 20, 2011.</strong><br />
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Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-15226257606357254372011-11-12T14:12:00.000-08:002011-11-12T14:12:27.911-08:00Live and Grind's First Interview Ever: The Wall Street Stripper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYsHe8ooKsZhdNZ2ZpS0XEc3Z9Hci6JfDYS44lP4POrqv2arlK2z6UAud07qBR7rD136YomDmh55kYVYXb4Y1iSEolQXk9ADa0Pgyl4GDWNZsb06BVIsUXB4gCvDsuwVTaEVQOzcBn1W0/s1600/Randi+Newton+jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYsHe8ooKsZhdNZ2ZpS0XEc3Z9Hci6JfDYS44lP4POrqv2arlK2z6UAud07qBR7rD136YomDmh55kYVYXb4Y1iSEolQXk9ADa0Pgyl4GDWNZsb06BVIsUXB4gCvDsuwVTaEVQOzcBn1W0/s640/Randi+Newton+jpeg.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><span lang="">Featured Female WebStar: </span><u><span style="font-size: small;"></span></u><span style="font-size: small;">Ms. Randi Newton of </span><a href="http://www.wallstreetstripper.com/"><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span lang="">www.wallstreetstripper.com</span></span></span></u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"></span></span></a><br />
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Female WebStar, <a href="http://www.wallstreetstripper.com/" target="_blank">Randi Newton</a>, graciously accepted my request to be my first feature interviewee for this site <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Meet Randi</b></span><br />
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<em>Randi Newton is the author of <strong>Wall Street Stripper</strong>, the book, and owns a website/blog of the same name. </em><br />
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<em>A former Wall Street analyst turned exotic dancer turned media maven, she has been something of an inspiration to chick-a-dees like me. </em><br />
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<em>Alors, imagine my excitement when she agreed and has quite quickly become such a warm, amiable, and friendly new... friend!!! </em><br />
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<em>Yay!</em><br />
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<strong>RANDI NEWTON y SANDRA LONDON : THE TETE A TETE A DEUX</strong><br />
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<strong>Sandra London:</strong> Can you describe in more detail how and why you procured that funeral home job you mentioned on your website/blog: </span><br />
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<strong>Randi Newton:</strong> <br />
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When I worked at the funeral home, it was when I was in college and only for a short amount of time. I worked in pre-need sales-(buy before you die). <br />
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Let's face it, everyone will die someday. If you purchase a funeral beforehand, it ends up being a great deal cheaper than if you wait until someone else takes care of the costs for you...<br />
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Then again, once you've "moved on", it really doesn't affect your pocketbook does it? But it's an expensive "purchase" nonetheless.<br />
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I was a glorified secretary that was "in training" to do sales, which involved a lot of cold calling, and the sales position wasn't salaried, but comission based-when those sales were made, one could make a "killing"...pun intended, most comissions starting around $2,500. <br />
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BUT--- not everyone wants to pre-pay for their funeral. <br />
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It was a very somber and morbid feeling working around the profit of death. I was going through depression in college, and eventually left that position because I didn't see it leading to a "lively" future.<br />
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I did not take advantage of my half-off employee discount buy before you die funeral...oh well...<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sandra:</span></strong> The nanny job: Were you a carer for a posh family? Did they have any unusual work duties for you or crazy demands or were they really laidback and creative types?<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Randi:</span></strong> The family I worked with were posh, yet humble and very sensible with their finances from what I observed. <br />
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My work duties weren't crazy, no wild demands. <br />
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Although I talked on the phone entirely way too much (which they hated-and this was during my "off hours"), but I was a live in nanny so I was always on call. <br />
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The mother is a successful shoe designer, and the father is someone who's had a successful career in television-behind the scenes. <br />
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I don't keep in touch with them, but wish them the best. <br />
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Their children no longer have a nanny. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sandra:</span></strong> What parallels did you see in working for a Manhattan nightclub after having worked on Wall Street? How did you apply what you learned from the corporate world to the club? Were there ways in which your experience actually HURT you or made it more difficult compared to dancers with less education or different life experiences?<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Randi:</span></strong> The parallels I've seen working in a club, coming out of a corporate office job, or really any other job I've held, is that there are the same issues and problems, but presented in different circumstances. <br />
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There will always be peers you may not get along with, and minor disagreements here and there. But other than my co-workers being half naked, there wasn't THAT big of a difference. If anything, going into the job with a "business" mentality helped me:<br />
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It's a lot more than about taking off a dress. <br />
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It's about helping the bartenders, waitstaff, and hosts upsell and make money as well. It's teamwork.<br />
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A lot of people are under the impression that I had this amazing college education and that I was a straight A student. <br />
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I wasn't. <br />
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I got a scholarship through the Miss America Organization by winning one of their local pageants (Miss Omaha). <br />
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I didn't take advantage of the education that was offered to me. I do regret that. <br />
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I wasn't in the right mindset for the responsibilities that came with being a full time college student. <br />
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What I've been lucky with, is that I do have great interpersonal skills. <br />
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I get along with everyone. I'm willing to learn, and I'm easy to get along with. <br />
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Those little skills can get you a long way. <br />
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THAT is what has landed me the variety of job opportunities I've had over the years. <br />
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I've been extremely fortunate and am grateful about that. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sandra:</span></strong> Did you meet many women who had similar previous occupations or came from similar educational backgrounds/lifestyles? Did they do better or worse? <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Randi:</span></strong> I've met plenty of girls from the Midwest and from similar backgrounds like mine. <br />
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Usually their means of working at the club was an "in between" job until something else opened up in their field of choice. <br />
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With me, it's been something that's allowed me to pursue my writing aspirations and support myself while living in Manhattan.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sandra:</span></strong> What do you predict for the strip club industry for 2011? How has it started out so far, in your view? What about finances for New York/LA or the US in general? <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Randi:</span></strong> I've said this many times, and I'll say it again. This industry is recession resistant. <br />
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When times are tough people love to go out and drink, chat with a beautiful woman, when times are great, they'll do the same thing. <br />
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It's an escape to the patron's everyday life.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sandra:</span></strong> What do you think of the adult industry's newest platforms and movements towards pay-per-minute "live girls" ?<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Randi:</span></strong> I'm not really familiar with the movement towards pay per minute web cam girls. <br />
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I do have friends who work in that field and they enjoy it. <br />
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I think that the internet is a great way for social networking and/or surfing to look for a hot chick to look at, but nothing beats sitting down and talking face to face with a live girl in person.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sandra:</span></strong> Which new projects do you have on the horizon?<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Randi:</span></strong> There are plenty. <br />
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Two years ago, when I was on the cover of the New York Post, and went on The O'Reilly Factor I was in a very different place, and on a different path. <br />
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I had a manuscript, scored and lost a book deal-I thought it was the end of the world. <br />
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Being thrown in the spotlight was overwhelming. <br />
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It's not that I wasn't ready for it, but there were many aspects of myself from that time that I wish I could re-do, or photoshop, etc...lol. <br />
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Since then I've grown up a lot. <br />
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Moved onto other projects:<br />
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<strong>1) I'm working on a new manuscript, </strong><br />
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<strong>2) Executive Producing a documentary about Rick's Cabaret with an award winning director, and </strong><br />
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<strong>3) Assistant Directing a production of The Vagina Monologues that is being performed at Rick's Cabaret's Flagship location in New York City. </strong><br />
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A lot of girls leave the industry and seem to walk away from it as if they're entering the witness protection program, but that's not how I feel about it at all. <br />
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Eventually, when I'm ready to move on, I'll never forget Rick's Cabaret, because really, without them, I wouldn't have gotten to where I'm getting to today.<br />
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<strong>Go to </strong></span><a href="http://www.wallstreetstripper.com/"><strong><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span lang="">http://www.wallstreetstripper.com</span></span></span></u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"></span></span></strong></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang=""><strong> to keep up-to-date with Ms. Newton's latest adventures.</strong></span></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Please Note: </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">If you're a webstar in your own right (male or female webbie) with a site and some cool sexy shtuff goings on....Email me with "Feature Me" in the subject line.</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Send your request to imsandralondon at gmail dot com. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Include your name, website, projects, and what makes you awesome and worthy. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Be my STAR for the day (or several ;) )!</strong></span> <br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-large;">I dare you!!!</span></em><br />
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<strong>(Oh, and same goes for <u>if you'd like to interview me</u> for YOUR space on the web, but please put: </strong><br />
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<strong>"Sandra, Be Interviewed" in the subject line.)</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Featuring You Soon,</strong></span><br />
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</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-74967044898472489672011-11-03T21:21:00.000-07:002011-11-03T21:21:41.155-07:00Like Sweaters for Penguins: Exxxotica New Jersey<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, ya, <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2011/10/new-zealand-penguins-in-need-of-sweaters/" target="_blank">like outerwear for penguins...</a>***</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I hope you all will allow me to be all warm and fuzzy and extend the cheeriest, fuzziest invite to <a href="http://www.nj.exxxoticaexpo.com/" target="_blank">Exxxotica New Jersey</a> from November 4th-November 6th, 2011 <this weekend!>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Come check out the latest in adult inter-tainment and webluvin'....all in one neat lil complex that be: the <a href="http://nj.exxxoticaexpo.com/" target="_blank">New Jersey Convention Center</a>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">On opening night, pop in to my seminar on <a href="http://nj.exxxoticaexpo.com/seminar-webcamming-for-fun-profit" target="_blank">Webcamming for Fun and For Profit</a> alongside Alex Goyk of <a href="http://www.myfreecams.com/" target="_blank">MyFreeCams</a> as we share with you the wonderful world of baring it all on the world wide web.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lots o' sticky goodness and glob of g-string!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Guaranteed to be informative, interesting, and intensely stimulating. And you just might join the bare-assed brigade of webdom(me) with us all. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Saddle up, young ladies and gentlemen....you're in for a rip-roaring ride!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cheers and Kerchiefs,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sandra LONDON</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-16405556314072010572011-10-31T15:39:00.000-07:002011-10-31T15:39:04.379-07:00Fifteen Freaky Factoids To Fondle<span lang=""><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Fifteen Freaky Facts to Fondle</strong></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>(Say that five times fast. Furiously! With fervor! While fisting!)<br />
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1) Only two female mammals possess hymens: <i>Humans and Horses</i>.<br />
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2) The Sanskrit word for<b> "war" </b>means <b>"Desire for more cows."</b><br />
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3) Monaco's national orchestra is bigger than its army.<br />
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4) Anthropologists know of no known human society whose children don't play hide and seek.<br />
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5) Sex between snakes lasts from 6-12 hours.<br />
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6) In Chinese, the characters for <b>"crisis" </b>and<b> "opportunity" </b>are the same.<br />
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7) The word <i>"Sunday" </i>is not in the Bible.<br />
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8) Mosquitoes are attracted to people who have recently eaten bananas?*<br />
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9) A chimpanzee can learn to recognize itself in a mirror, however, a monkey cannot.<br />
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10) An adult giraffe's kick is so powerful, it can decapitate a lion.**<br />
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11) <b>The Moon </b>smells like gunpowder.<br />
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12) The whip was the first invention to break the sound barrier.***<br />
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13) Pearls melt in vinegar.****<br />
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14) <i>Venus </i>is the only planet in the solar system that rotates clockwise.<br />
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15)<i> Honey is the only food that does not spoil.</i><br />
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*<strong>Attention: camgirls ;) jk!</strong><br />
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** <strong>So speaking softly and carrying tall, skinny legs is a <i>killer </i>combo after all! </strong><em>*Smiles*</em><br />
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***<strong>You don't say!</strong><br />
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****<strong>So, stay sweet and slippery, gentlemen! Or you're gonna get all wet if we play rough<em>....</em></strong><em>.;P</em><br />
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<em>Found these factoids at:</em> </span><a href="http://www.mysterytopia.com/"><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"><span lang="">http://www.mysterytopia.com</span></span></span></u><span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"></span></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang=""> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="">There's loads more there. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="">So if you liked some of these, you'll probably dig the whole montage.</span></span><br />
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<span lang=""><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Happy Friday!</strong></span></span><br />
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Your Honey Chile',<br />
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Sandra London<br />
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</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-58913084639569599152011-10-23T17:23:00.000-07:002011-10-23T17:23:50.011-07:00The Secret Life of Words<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I spent way too much time last night reading various online articles at the Wall Street Journal, Drudge Report, and even Fox News (shh!) in regards to the notorious 22 year old Tucson shooter, Jared Loughner. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I shied away from addressing much in relation to this national tragedy until I had the time to gather as much reputable information and confirmed facts as possible. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well, there was plenty in Loughner's writing to mystify even the most creative thinkers amongst us. In my early academic career, I started out as a Psych major. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Having successfully completed Advanced Placement Psychology class, I was feeling hungry (thirsty?) for more detailed study and research into the workings of the human mind. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">From the reports I have seen based on Loughner's scribblings, public outburts and online rants, he appears to be (and to have been) suffering from either genetic or drug-induced mental illness and probably has been for quite some time. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This, of course, does not excuse ANY of his actions in any way whatsoever. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">However, I think his prophetic Q &A session with Gabrielle Giffords back in '07 touches on an interesting point in spite of himself. And, actually, one which actually serves to work AGAINST his hare-brained paranoiac ideology. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"How do you know words mean anything?" Loughner asked. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Giffords thought for a moment and then responded to his inquiry in Spanish. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As a linguist, translator, interpreter and ardent francophile, I would have had the biggest smile on my face had I been there to see this exchange. If you just don't get it, perhaps you never ever will.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How could words NOT have meaning? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And which definition of 'mean' is one attaching to what is required for a word, or words, to, well, mean something? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Confused yet?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">See, if you're like me, you take one too many philosophy classes and start sounding just as obscure as those who are unitiated into the complexities of language, thought, and etre.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, today as I logged on, I saw an AOL article about Sarah Palin and her use of the 'blood libel' rhetoric in her eight minute speech. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This terminology incensed language scholars, speech writers, and anyone with a keen interest in history and the 'historicity' of words. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You see, Gabrielle Giffords is of Jewish descent and the choice (willful or willfully ignorant, you decide) to employ said words recalls painful reminders of anti-semitic sentiment when Jews were accused of using the blood of Christian boys in religious rituals.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't want to point too harshly at any one political figure, but seeing how neatly these two stories tie in to ongoing debates about free speech, fighting words, and calls to action, well it feels very a propos. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Couldn't resist!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Moreover, and this is only a reminder, but it must be stressed that words are things, my darlings, albeit in a figurative sense. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Their form has the capacity to produce action, provoke reaction, and recall regrettable precedents that mean any number of things to each individual according to their unique reception of those words. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That reception does not always end in pleasant, intended, or desired results.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now, if I can take off the academic cap for a moment, I'd like to toussle my hair, recline on my couch, and return to the kookysexybeautiful girl beneath the sheets and on the other end of your screen.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let's relax and have a beach...Life's a beach, is it not? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh, and reeden iz funduhmentuhl.;)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Until next time. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And hope I didn't bore you all...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can be quite boring sometimes, indeed.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sandra LONDON</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">P.S.: <b>And that's the word.</b> </span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-31067750143384190452011-08-28T19:05:00.000-07:002011-10-31T16:48:28.450-07:00Rockin' Out At The Ranch: Montecito Spotlight<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The NeverEnding Weekend: </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Rockin' Out on the Ranch</b></span><br />
<i>(Originally written 03/08/2011 on To Live and Grind in L.A.)</i><br />
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Aloha, mesdames et messieurs! Tickle me if you like tatas.... <giggles> Are you groaning yet?<br />
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OK, I've had suuuch a busy last several days (or more!). <br />
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Trust me on that one.<br />
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Don't be mad, but I'm going to catalogue it for you now, as it is the only way to follow a truly coherent narrative at this juncture.<br />
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Besides, it is much more reader-friendly that way..... <br />
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(or perhaps I'm trying to spare you a soap opera in the form of prose!)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Pleasure</b></span><br />
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1) Two and a half nights at San Ysidro Ranch in Montecito, California.<br />
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2) The outdoor, patio jacuzzi in the backyard of my cottage at aforementioned ranch.<br />
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3) Dinner at the Stonehouse (chez S.Y.R.)<br />
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4) Dinner at Cafe Luck<br />
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5) A (re)visit to the Hans Christian Andersen museum and bookstore<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The End Result</b></span><br />
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1) A delightful Saturday and Sunday with Tommy Gunn (the original one), <a href="http://www.starrproductions.biz/" target="_blank">Elizabeth Starr</a>, and co...<br />
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2) An antique, bad-ass rocking chair (I'm totally for reals! I heart antiquing!)<br />
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3) A bottle of 2009 Badge "Blue Steel"Chardonnay (Sierra Madre, SBC) from D'Alfonso-Curran Winery in Solvang, California. (<a href="http://www.curranwines.com/">http://www.curranwines.com</a>)<br />
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4) Three new animal photography prints from Philip Guloch (sp? Will verify)<br />
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5) One or more 'Great Outdoors in a Jacuzzi' video clips<br />
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6) One or more 'Tied to the Canopy Bed' video clips<br />
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7) One or more 'Wet Me Up' video clips in the outdoor shower<br />
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8) The antagonizing, but woefully hilarious nagging fear that the staff may have gotten quite an eyeful from said patio!<br />
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-Oooh! <b><u>And five(5) new, real, live, hardcover.... BOOKS</u></b> (<i>sorry, trees. But they ARE from olden-ish times, when trees were an afterthought</i>):<br />
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1) <u>Alberta & Freedom</u> by <b>Cora Sandel</b><br />
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2) <u>A Happy Boy</u> by <b>Bjornstjerne Bjornson</b>*<br />
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3) <u>The Liars League</u> by <b>David Delman</b><br />
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4) <u>Possessions</u> by <b>Judith Michael</b><br />
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5) <u>Death of a BusyBody </u>by <b>Dell Shannon</b><br />
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***<strong>Side Note</strong>: <br />
*<strong>Bought the book<i> "A Happy Boy"</i> for inspiration for my latest writing endeavor, after thumbing through it for a spell. </strong><br />
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<strong>The writing endeavor involves composing a 10,000-15,000 erotic novella about a Master training his Submissive. </strong><br />
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<strong>Dunno if I'll write it from Master point of view or that of the sub</strong> <br />
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<em>(I'm thinking sub. Und du?)***</em><br />
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In Closing.....<br />
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There is a lovely rose bouquet of memories and a few random, spontaneous nightmarish episodes from the last time I dropped a blog on ya!<br />
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But, seriously, you really don't want to get me started on that. <br />
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That would be even.more. mondo.<strong>EPIC</strong>.<br />
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But feel FREE to ask me on Skype or any of my various cam/broadcast sites when you see me online there if you REALLY gotta know! ;)<br />
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<strong>Rockin' in my rocking chair &</strong><br />
<strong>Jammin' in my jammies</strong><br />
<em>(and my ever-so-lovely socks),</em><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Sandra London</i></span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-2658462824275719322011-07-23T20:41:00.000-07:002012-12-09T22:01:30.188-08:00Ram+Pig= Sandra London<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold?<br />
Because the lovely little flower is free<br />
Down to its root<br />
And that freedom,<br />
bold"-<b>William Wadsworth</b>, a fellow ~ARIES~ ;)<br />
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Those of you into astrology likely already understood today's title immediately.<br />
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The rest of ya probably thought I was somehow suggesting that I was bred from livestock.<br />
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Hey, whatever keeps you warm at night!<br />
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March 21st usually marks the official starting birth date of the Aries Ram. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On different calendars and resources, sometimes it is listed as the 20th or 22nd instead.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Tomato/Tomatoe/TaTas.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I just want you to know, astrology or 'fluff talk', I'm a total Aries PIgLEt to my very core!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Wholly, whoreheartedly*, and truly!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> ALL HAIL ARIES!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Here's some info from wikipedia that totally applies to "moi")<br />
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Symbol: Ram<br />
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Ruling Planet: Mars<br />
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Quality: Cardinal<br />
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Element: Fire<br />
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Basic Trait: "I Am" (Tee hee, ImSandraLondon!)<br />
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Closest Metal: Iron<br />
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Lucky Day: Tuesday<br />
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Lucky Colors: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Blood Red</span> (swoon!) and other bold colors<br />
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Lucky Gems: Jasper, Ruby, Diamond, Amethyst<br />
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Anatomy: Head, Face<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Keywords: active, initiating, leading, independent, aggressive, impatient, combative, energetic, pioneering, naive, assertive<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brief Info: "Aries is the 1st astrological sign in the Zodiac, named for the constellation of Aries, called <b>"The Ram"</b> in Hellenistic tradition, after the golden ram that rescued Phrixos, taking him to the land of Colchis.""<br />
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My birthday was on March 24th. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was absolutely lovely! I received 28 white roses, a red rose plant bed, white wine...and a host of other gifts leading up to my birthday, as I did a birthday countdown on my own website.<br />
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My birthday party was amazing! I bought an Asian-inspired dress from a vintage consignment store in Venice, CA and a few other items of clothing just before my party started.<br />
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I had a good friend of mine arrive with her beau in tow and I had a guy friend I've known since high school drop by who brought those amazingly beautiful flowers and even made me a red velvet cake! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As well as the strapping newcomer <b>Zach "Jacken" Stone</b>, who appears in a few of my latest self-shot naughty clips!<br />
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Tonight, there's even more fun on the horizon as I will have both old and new friends join me for a trip down <b>Abbott Kinney</b> or to one of my favorite night spots in Santa Monica.<br />
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I'm scared! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I'm sure it will be fun. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, if only I were not so keen on imbibing upon this bottle of Malbec. I'm indulging and being a bit of a lush. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I admit it! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But, hey, birthdays are awesome! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And mine will last all weekend long!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>I hope you all have a truly stellar weekend,</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> p.s.: Me want <a href="http://toliveandgrindinla.blogspot.com/p/wanted.html">MORE </a>presents and wishes comes true!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">p.p.s: Hope you like my "birthday suit" pic!</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: x-large;">Top 20 Things I Enjoyed in 2010</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">Well, top o' the mornin' to you, too! Here's to a wonderful holiday season for the whole entire world.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">Why?<br />
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Because everyone deserves to have a joyful close to the year and wish for bigger and better things in the new year!<br />
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I'd just like to share a few things that, well, Kicked Ass this year:<br />
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1) The movie <b>Kick Ass</b> (<i>You knew it was coming</i>)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">2) Being a featured guest on <b><a href="http://www.pbmorningshow.com/">Playboy Radio</a></b>.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">3) Watching the movie "<b>Peacock</b>" starring Cillian Murphy.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">4) Learning more than I ever thought possible about civil litigation.;)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">5) Resort style communities.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">6) The Luxe Hotel<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">7) Vending Machines (When they work!)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">8) Doggies and Kitty Cats<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">9) Books (As in printed, hardcover/paperback. For serious.)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">10) Following a few true crime stories and updates.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">11) My wee lil netbook.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">12) Free and cheap items on Craigslist.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">13) Skype Video Conferencing<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">14) Breakfast Omelettes with bacon, mushroom, and tomato<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">15)Late night food delivery.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">16) Home Heating Systems<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">17) Collaborating with like-minded people<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">18) Being 'connected' (or ability to do so) 24/7<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">19) <i>Secret Santas</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;">20) Um, comfortable bed(s) (bedding/linen/mattresses? lol)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Tell me yours!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i> Sandra London</i></span> <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i> -Saw It. Wanted It. Smiled Real Perky. Got It!"- To Live and Grind in L.A.</i></span></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-60897610342601572162011-07-23T20:28:00.000-07:002011-07-23T20:28:07.499-07:00An On The Spot Porno for The Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTugaLikpRu8qTqcmPcDpQix1_swbrIJXZUkjjZvSupjYojm9iowi0YtW2tCENitVus6t03v1MpakP6nlTG1mlJh-2jT9_odNCo1kkwLHUBCrzWPcn2y2bXSy_8RMDTtiqgZT7531KDwt/s1600/064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTugaLikpRu8qTqcmPcDpQix1_swbrIJXZUkjjZvSupjYojm9iowi0YtW2tCENitVus6t03v1MpakP6nlTG1mlJh-2jT9_odNCo1kkwLHUBCrzWPcn2y2bXSy_8RMDTtiqgZT7531KDwt/s640/064.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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“You captured my gaze with your long, brown hair<br />
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You captured my chatte when I felt her stir within<br />
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(chatte means pussy in french)<br />
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She is throbbing for you now, my dear kitty, she is<br />
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She warms me, she wets me<br />
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She quivers for your cock<br />
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My tongue,<br />
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Well, it reminisces<br />
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Upon the delicious, savory, salty-sweet<br />
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Whisper of your lust<br />
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I swallow<br />
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But my eyes, even when you’re out of sight…<br />
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My eyes,<br />
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They paint a picture<br />
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Whenever tension begins to build<br />
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<br />
<br />
In my bosom<br />
<br />
In the dark<br />
<br />
In my car<br />
<br />
In my dreams<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I see you fucking me<br />
<br />
Like no motherfucking other<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
And you take that shit<br />
<br />
And you own it<br />
<br />
It’s yours<br />
<br />
<br />
***The End***<br />
<br />
~Not a rapper, perhaps a NSFW poetress (?), mos’ def a web-mistress~<br />
<br />
Yours Truly,<br />
<br />
Sandra London</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-70450577000713575972011-07-12T22:58:00.000-07:002011-07-12T22:58:04.587-07:00Feature Interview #2: Daisy Delfina of Sapphire Vegas and New YorkFeature Interview #2: Ms. Daisy Delfina of Sapphire, Las Vegas & New York<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DAISY DELFINA OF DAISYDELFINA.NET</td></tr>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">An Introduction</span></b><br />
<br />
<i>I've been virtual friends with Daisy since perhaps 2004/2005 thanks to an online community of dancers from all over the world. But it wasn't until the fall of 2006 that I had the opportunity to meet Daisy Delfina "in real time". </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>It was for an "All Hail Strippahs" type of shindig for Halloween. We demoiselles convened in Vegas, chez <a href="http://www.gcupbitch.com/">Ms. G-Cup Bitch</a> (and you gentlemen have even more tatas and titillation on the way, because I'm thisclose to interviewing her as well!). </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>But, I digress. </i><br />
<br />
<i>Seeing Daisy in human form, and no longer having to rely solely on the advice, opinions, and sentiments she had written about over the years on our dance community site online or via PM/Email, was exceptional. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Like, she was, and remains, realer than real, both personality-wise and, well, aesthetically in the ways that truly count. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Sure, her pictures are always stunning, but how often do you meet someone who not only looks like their pictures but always exceeds them? </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Without even trying that hard?</i><br />
<br />
<i>She just IS. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>And supermodel quality is what she gives.</i><br />
<br />
<i>I feel very lucky to have quite a few ridiculously hot girlfriends. But, seriously, for me myself and I....If I were a dude, I'd want her to be my boo! (*smile!) She is just flawless. </i><br />
<br />
<i>Why do I jock her so hard? </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Well, because not only is she a beauty queen, but she is just soooo damn NICE. Seriously, I've never seen her in a bad mood or been like, OK, slow down, miss fancy pants. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>She just does HER. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>And HER is absolutely glamorous. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>I heart Daisy. Thank you for the interview! </i><br />
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<br />
Ladies and gentlemen, I present my interview with Ms. Daisy Delfina of <a href="http://www.daisydelfina.net/">http://www.daisydelfina.net </a>(Read Below)<br />
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<b>Sandra:</b> How does a lady like you get so damn sexy? You are a certified ~ DIVA~! What's your daily beauty ritual before starting your day (or night) in the club and on cam?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b><br />
<br />
Club ritual:Wake up, make green tea/cofeee for a jolt, snack on something healthy(fruits,veggies,nuts), 2hrs of yoga/pilattes, shower, hair/makeup while listening to my fav music to pump me up, pack costumes, nice dress, call cab, go!<br />
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Cam Ritual: Same as above. However, after hair and makeup, I choose a cam costume, set up cams on my Windows and Mac laptops, sign on and go!<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra: </b>Which site is your current favorite site for camming? (And feel free to list the others you are on, if applicable)?<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Daisy:</b> Independent(Indy) camming is my fav!<br />
I use Alertpay, Niteflirt, and Camwealth to book yahoo/skype shows.<br />
I Live stream on Streamate, AdultWork, Imlive, MyGirlFund, and MyFreeCams to promote my site, <a href="http://www.daisydelfina.net/">http://www.daisydelfina.net</a> <br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> What was Puerto Rico club dancing like? What tips or advice do you have for dancers wishing to dance in PR? How would an exotic chick (like me) fare there?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> Men were HOT! And easy to sell dances to, but VERY grabby. A lot of stage work is necessary to make good tips during your set. You make your money there moreso with sales of multiple lapdances instead of by getting taken VIP .<br />
<br />
Dancers should not go there to make a profit , but can definitely use it as a working vacation You can work a few nights to pay back hotel/airfare/shopping and spend the rest of time chilling on the beautiful beaches!<br />
<br />
You would do well because those PR hotties LOVE Hot Exotic Americans like you! :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> Where are some of the cool places you've traveled to in your lifetime? Do you have an all-time favorite destination?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> This business has afforded me the time and luxury to travel to many places around the world.<br />
<br />
My favorite so far is Italy.<br />
<br />
I've visited three cities there so far ( and scratched Pompeii off my bucket list!). <br />
<br />
I'm looking forward to visiting more cities there again soon. I just may live there for a month just to take in the rich history and of course, the FOOD! :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> Which fetish is most popular amongst your cam customers?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> SPH (Small Penis Humiliation). I'm guessing because guys love the fact that a hot chick with huge boulders like mine can crush little wankers like theirs. Haha!<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> Club dancing or camming, which do you like better? Why?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy: </b>Ever since I dove into camming, I ask myself why the hell didn't I do this sooner?!<br />
I have so much fun in my own environment, doing whatever I like at whatever time I choose.<br />
<br />
I'm a control freak, as you can see...That delete button makes me feel powerful!<br />
<br />
LOL You can't delete at the club!<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> What is the one thing you wish men and fans knew about you that they may not notice off-hand from your web persona?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> I'm really not superficial. Money and material things don't move me. But when my Daisy Delfina game face comes on, watch out!<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> Please tell me and my readers about your love for animals, especially dogs. I recall how much you loved your baby doggie, ~Kikiwiki~, feel free to give a shout out to her in memory of her awesome spirit!<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> I love animals since the first day I was given a bunny as a toddler. I didn't even care about suffering terrible allergies when I was given a cat. Then when Kiki came into my life, it was then that I learned what unconditional love meant.<br />
<br />
It's what Icons, Idols and Gurus speak of.<br />
<br />
Love doesn't need words. She taught me Love is without limits; love is with sacrifice. And I was blessed to have had her and this love from her for 13 1/2 years.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra:</b> How can a fan of yours impress you? What is the best way you've ever been impressed (can be at the club, a wishlist gift, a cam custy doing something special, or even a 'real-life' example.<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> Fans should respect my business. It turns me off BIG TIME when they try to take advantage of my time without compensation, ask me for discounts or ask for a "sample".<br />
<br />
Read my reviews.<br />
<br />
I have a loyal following and ALL are satisfied fans. Any dissatisfied fans are because they likely did one or more of the turn offs I just stated.<br />
<br />
Tip me well, spoil me with gifts from my wishlist and I just may surprise you with a gift!<br />
<br />
I've been impressed many, many times so I will share the most recent: One of my long time fans finally came to visit me at the club. He spent hours in VIP, gave me cash AND tipped me well on top of that.<br />
<br />
Later on the following week, he send me a gift card for Valentine's day. This Princess loves being spoiled with cash and gifts! :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Sandra: </b>So what's next? Do you have anything new planned for your own website or a project you're working on with another website or one of your clubs/cam sites?<br />
<br />
<b>Daisy:</b> I'm going to have videos available for download soon. I'm also currently designing my online store for custom video/pics which will be signed and available by post-mail.<br />
<br />
I cannot wait! Stay tuned! xoxo DD<br />
<br />
***********END OF INTERVIEW***************<br />
<br />
Ahh...<a href="http://www.daisydelfina.net/">Daisy Delfina</a>!!!<br />
<br />
<i>She does 'getting spoiled' right! I love and adore this woman. She has always been a living goddess to me. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>I've never seen her fall from any pedestal. And there is no need for her to ever step down from her throne.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Daisy is brilliant, funny, good-natured and a true bombshell. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>She's what James Bond movie screen sirens are made of. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Spoil pussycat, spoil, spoil! </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Charmed,</i><br />
<i><a href="http://www.toliveandgrindinla.com/">Sandra London</a></i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>"Saw It. Wanted It. Smiled Real Perky. Got it!!!"</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Y Vida Kikiwiki Siempre! *hugs*</i><br />
<br />
<div><br />
</div>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-62511661737620828722011-07-12T22:34:00.000-07:002011-07-12T22:34:55.064-07:00A 3AM Survey For Night Owls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's 3am. Do you know what I just did? A Silly Survey.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'Cuz it's 3am. Um, 3:30am. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Am - A gal</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Want - A scooter. Or a new cell phone!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Have - A tummy ache.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Wish - I could travel through time.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Hate - Being misunderstood.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Fear - Spiders and owls.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Hear - The tv in the background.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Search - For interesting stuff to learn about while surfing online.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Wonder - What dreams may come.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Regret - Going mute at times when I should just embrace my impulsiveness and b**** a mofo out!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Love - Nice surprises.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Ache - When my tummy hurts.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Always - Check in with my virtual buddies.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Usually - Can be found in front of my laptop! eek!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Am Not - An animal! Although I wish I were a deer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Dance - To great music! Especially with drums.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Sing - When I'm in my car. Alone.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Never - Forget a good deed.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Rarely - Eat tomatoes in burgers. Gotta pull 'em out! Hate soggy burgies!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Cry - When too many things go wrong at once.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Am Not Always - Planning world domination.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Lose - Sleep when I'm feeling super creative.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm Confused - By people who are too wishy-washy.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Need - A maid!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Should - Just do it!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I Dream - While awake.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<b>Originally posted December 23, 2011 on ToLiveandGrindinLA.com</b>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-66418806196707192862011-06-08T23:32:00.000-07:002019-08-04T23:22:25.964-07:00Sex on Planes, Trains, and AutomobilesOr, "Amour Dans Les Avions, Les Trains, et Les Voitures";)<br />
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<br />
Dear ________________,<br />
<br />
<br />
Vroom Vroom...<br />
<br />
Squeak Squeak! <br />
<br />
Squeeeeal! <br />
<br />
A hush. Muffled giggles. <br />
<br />
"Was that light there before?" <br />
<br />
"Are you sure you know this area?"<br />
<br />
"Are the flight attendants sleeping?"<br />
<br />
"Put your legs here."<br />
<br />
"Oh, hold on, my neck's getting stiff."<br />
<br />
"Hold on, someone's coming near, put your head under the covers. Stay down. Keep your mouth where it is."<br />
<br />
"Mmm...aagghhtegffffaaaahhh..oh my..OK, I really need some air for a second..."<br />
<br />
"Gosh, I didn't remember your cock being THAT big."<br />
<br />
"Is it the lighting?"<br />
<br />
<i>"Oh, your pussy feels so tight."</i><br />
<br />
<b>Duh.</b><br />
<br />
<br />
Passenger seat or backseat? <br />
<br />
Recline or straight-up? <br />
<br />
Condoms or peanuts?<br />
<br />
"An extra blanket and towels, s'il vous plait?" <br />
<br />
<br />
A tissue. Napkins. <br />
<br />
Seat indentations on the skin. Rug burn. Darkness. <br />
<br />
A light switch. Mystery. <br />
<br />
"Is that your cock or the stick shift?" <br />
<br />
<br />
Does it matter?<br />
<br />
Start. Stop. Shift. Redress. <br />
<br />
Ease away slowly...<br />
<br />
<br />
Oh, what fun it is to ride while riding in an automobile. <br />
<br />
Or on a train! <br />
<br />
<br />
Now, I have yet to fuck on a plane. <br />
<br />
But I <i>have</i> given head while my then-boyfriend's parents were sleeping <i>right</i> next to us. <br />
<br />
How bold! <br />
<br />
How daring! <br />
<br />
Ghastly, even. <br />
<br />
<br />
Yet, hey, what can you do? <br />
<br />
Blame it on the menses. <br />
<br />
<br />
It was that lovely time. <br />
<br />
Ok, <i>excruciating</i> time when nature calls. <br />
<br />
Being stuck in the air was the absolute worst for this sort of conundrum. <br />
<br />
I promise, dear diary, the only reason I was so very, very naughty was because it took my mind off of the pain. <br />
<br />
Oh, boy, did it ever! <br />
<br />
<br />
Furthermore, if you can make yourself laugh, <br />
<br />
<i>(ok, not with your mouth full, but perhaps interspersed with the dick-in-mouth action)</i> <br />
<br />
then that can't help but relieve the tension incurred by: <br />
<br />
pain, pleasure, and trying to be a cock ninja chick while cramped in a tight Lufthansa middle row seat and not get booted off an international flight!<br />
<br />
<br />
The train? <br />
<br />
Yeah, different boyfriend. <br />
<br />
Fast forward a few years later or so. <br />
<br />
En route to Barcelona.<br />
<br />
Or maybe it was Amsterdam. <br />
<br />
It wasn't our fault my guy and I were assigned an otherwise all-male cabin room. <br />
<br />
It happens, surely. <br />
<br />
<br />
No? <br />
<br />
We tucked into our small, twin bed on the bottom bunk in the two bunkbed cabin and dared each other not to queef, shudder, gasp, nor projectile-shoot our lovely, lustful liquids on the guy sleeping just across from us.<br />
<br />
<br />
Ah, but zee auto! <br />
<br />
The <b>real </b>wheels...<br />
<br />
Now, those may be innumerable, my dearest. <br />
<br />
There's something so wrong, and yet so very right, about doing a 'real' test drive while set in park. <br />
<br />
Passers-by only make that much more pleasurable. <br />
<br />
Sweet. <br />
<br />
Deviant. <br />
<br />
And, perhaps even....squishier? <br />
<br />
I actually HAVE been sighted by those of the security profession, but, apparently, they were human. <br />
<br />
They must've liked it. <br />
<br />
Never even issued a warning. <br />
<br />
<br />
I'm so very, very...<br />
<br />
<br />
Well, how uncommon is this, really? <br />
<br />
Sex out LOUD. <br />
<br />
I mean, really? <br />
<br />
<br />
One cannot always find the right time in the comfort of one's home nor that of another. <br />
<br />
It may not even be ideal, depending on who you want to bang and who is actually available in your home. <br />
<br />
<br />
Especially so if those two are not mutually exclusive. <br />
<br />
<br />
Ah, yes, dear__________. <br />
<br />
Sometimes sex on wheels is the only way at the time. <br />
<br />
And even if this sex "out" loud is rare, I believe it is precisely this rarity which elevates it to the status of a <b>real</b> Kodak moment. <br />
<br />
I'm glad you agree, my love.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Originally published on March 1, 2011 on To Live and Grind in L.A.</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-27181405897538137942011-06-08T22:45:00.000-07:002011-06-08T22:46:37.087-07:00Erotica from Afar: Sir Whipman Cummings<dir><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0bNiNtLObv-RwO62lzBIugIiTCrsaJlRZk37GcY8lkw7qT2wu7XTj7AUZPrw9H8xQYDGP6QawS3C_UPJCCg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><em>Erotica from Afar: Sir Whipman Cummings</em><br />
<br />
A poem submitted to me by <strong>Sir Whipman Cummings</strong>, the most deliciously cruel master, perhaps of all time......<br />
<br />
<em>UNTITLED</em><br />
<br />
Bound in love<br />
Blind by your will<br />
Deaf to the world<br />
<br />
Hungry for scent<br />
Touch<br />
<br />
A breath on my brow<br />
Your sex, musk, so close<br />
My body yearns, strains<br />
<br />
I sense your smile<br />
<br />
Electric, your lips on my arm<br />
Nails rake my chest, stomach<br />
Thighs. And retreat.<br />
<br />
You laugh - vibration, not sound<br />
<br />
Your long black hair<br />
Across my arm, chest<br />
My cock - it jerks and quivers<br />
<br />
Oh, God, please!<br />
<br />
A finger across my lip<br />
Your sex, the scent, the taste<br />
My breath quickens<br />
<br />
My mind reels<br />
<br />
Your tongue hot sharp darting<br />
My nipples, belly<br />
Oh, god, yes, my cock!<br />
<br />
Yet blind, colors taunt<br />
Yet bound, I float<br />
Yet deaf, songs soar<br />
<br />
Unbidden, my cock lurches away<br />
Insistent, warmth engulfs me<br />
Impossibly, I swell yet more<br />
<br />
Cold<br />
<br />
Night air on my wet cock<br />
Little rivers trickle down my balls<br />
Your breath, I shudder<br />
<br />
Where are you?<br />
<br />
Moments pass, abandoned<br />
My only sensation in my mind<br />
Yet still I throb.<br />
<br />
Movement nearby, my senses reach<br />
<br />
Your cunt smothers me.<br />
Can't breathe - don't care<br />
Lick, suck, drinking you<br />
<br />
You shudder, my heart leaps<br />
<br />
You taste yourself on my lips<br />
Tongue traces tantalizingly<br />
And tastes a little more of me.<br />
Achingly, slowly, when will mercy come?<br />
<br />
Wet, warm, cold ...?<br />
Vixen has an ice cube!<br />
The world spins.<br />
<br />
In my mind, point of light grows closer.<br />
<br />
In earnest now, wetter, faster<br />
The dam breaks, senses explode<br />
I soar, I fall, you catch me all.<br />
<br />
Unbound, unstopped, my senses drink you in anew!<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Originally published on March 29, 2011 on To Live and Grind in L.A.</span></dir><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span lang=""></span></span></span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-61536446567096563132011-06-08T22:29:00.000-07:002011-06-08T22:29:26.680-07:00Sandras Weekend Dance-A-Thon<span lang=""> <strong><u>Sandra's Weekend Dance-A-Thon</u></strong> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sandra London photo at US-Grant San Diego, April 2007</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I had a great time dancing my heart out this weekend at home and in da club ( a live music night spot, not a lady den, for once in what appears to be a great long while!)<br />
if you're <br />
<br />
a) Home alone and bored<br />
b) Looking for something to distract you from your housework, or<br />
c) Want to share your views and commentary on pornography (as a sex worker, voyeur, academic, or well, just as an adult webbie who is over 18<br />
<br />
Please go to:<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="">and fill out their questionnaire on sex and porno (or porna!)<br />
<br />
Dancin' like a hands-full ham,<br />
SANDRA LONDON<br />
<br />
*porna: I remember reading an articule about the concept of 'porna' on Xbiz or some such site last week.<br />
<br />
It references 'porna' as being porn and erotica made specifically to appeal to the female sexual aesthetic.<br />
<br />
There is a push to make 'porna' into a recognized term in the field of sexuality and research.<br />
<br />
(I believe this was coined in Germany (Berlin, maybe?), but I could be wrong.)<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">-Originally published March 27, 2011</span> </span></span></span><a href="http://www.pornresearch.org/"><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span lang="">http://www.pornresearch.org</span></span></span></u></a>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-66918951883002152642011-06-07T06:44:00.000-07:002011-06-07T06:44:45.328-07:00Buenos Aires vs. Nashville: Who'd've Thunk It?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have no idea why this is sideways!</td></tr>
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Buenos Aires vs. Nashville<br />
<br />
{This is a trip journal I wrote, revisited. Originally written on August 4, 2008}<br />
<br />
Buenos Aires vs. Nashville...Da dunnnn.........<br />
<br />
Who could have known that I'd have to eat my own words regarding a comparison I'd hastily voiced in relation to Argentina when I was confronted with the ACTUAL comparison itself? <br />
<br />
The dutty south! <br />
<br />
I flew to Buenos Aires with Air Canada by way of Toronto YYZ Airport and Santiago, Chile arriving a full 24 hrs later at the bottom of the world. <br />
<br />
It was May 18th, 2008 and I had picked ECELA, a Latin Immersion class, as my language program a few weeks prior to celebrate my quarter life hood. <br />
<br />
I had my Family Guy dvds to keep me busy and the movie selection aboard was not too shabby. <br />
<br />
Luckily, I chose a night flight. The Toronto-Santiago leg was glossed over while I slumbered. <br />
<br />
The connecting Santiago-Buenos Aires flight was its own story. <br />
My gosh, I couldn't stay awake for the LIFE of me. <br />
<br />
I'd be sitting up calmly watching the virtual map on my screen and, next thing I know, I was rescuing my forehead from the pull-out tray! <br />
<br />
Ayyyyy......<br />
<br />
When I arrived at Ezeiza Airport, I felt a bit like I did in the Dubai airport. <br />
<br />
Swarms of people every which-a-way, predominantly male and, unlike the Dubai airport, decidedly lecherous. <br />
<br />
I struggled for a bit to find the car which was to transport me to my accomodations. <br />
<br />
Mercifully, a young, twenty something porteno had heard of my program and helped me to be on my way. <br />
<br />
Sitting in the chartered taxi, I vainly attempted to make small talk with the driver but it proved futile. <br />
<br />
My Spanish was very rusty and I had never quite learned how to speak in more than present and preterit(o). <br />
<br />
As we approached the city center, I saw a lot of beautiful statues and parks, places I'd made a mental note to check out once I'd settled in. But then...oh, but then, wait for it..wait for it....<br />
<br />
We drive a few more blocks and the streets become a little less clean, the graffiti a little too prominent, the store fronts a little too rundown. <br />
<br />
Well, hey, whatever, no big deal, right?<br />
<br />
Um...so we find the apartment building I would call home for the next two weeks and the driver offers to ring up to the tenant to make sure there were no communication problems. <br />
<br />
"Quien es la chica? Es la maiate?" <br />
<br />
I'm all, wtf? <br />
<br />
The only time I'd heard that term regularly was in middle school and it was meant to be taken pejoratively, so I was a bit like, Oh, ok, I guess this isn't So Cal....or something.<br />
<br />
The tenant was actually a pretty nice woman in her mid to late thirties and a local fashion designer. <br />
<br />
Just my luck! <br />
<br />
The very first night, I bought a light windbreaker jacket from her before we all headed out to dinner. <br />
<br />
All: me, she, her design partner, her guy friend, an Australian dude who had been in my language program and was sticking around taking private classes, and.....her mother and the other designer's mom. <br />
<br />
We headed out to eat at about 11pm which is typical of portenos and of latin culture in general. <br />
<br />
The meal, and resulting conversation, lasted nearly three hours until I could barely stifle my exhaustion. <br />
<br />
I was looking forward to having much more than a catnap! <br />
<br />
My room was charmingly decorated with a twin bed, a bureau, night stand, television, and the two kitties, Salvador and G-----, who invaded at every given opportunity. <br />
<br />
Those cats were, hands down, the most energetic, dog-like pussies I've ever, ever met. <br />
<br />
Salvador, in particular, would just jump on my laptop or crawl all over my back with little warning. <br />
<br />
Oh, but the tiger in him did indeed come out! <br />
<br />
A few days in, he jumped on my bed after I'd come home from checking out the mall in Palermo. <br />
<br />
I leaned forward in front of him, softly cooing, "Salvadorrrrrrrrrr...." <br />
<br />
And what does he do?<br />
<br />
He proceeds to leap off the bed in one single bound directly aiming his tiny, wiry body towards my face like a starfish. <br />
<br />
Only a starfish with CLAWS. From hell. <br />
<br />
I jumped back in just enough time to save my face from reconstructive surgery and, um, the wall collided with HIS face. <br />
<br />
Serves him right. <br />
<br />
Is that mean? <br />
<br />
Well, he ran out of the door and nevr tried that shit again! <br />
<br />
Although he did like biting me. Feisty critter! <br />
<br />
But, I digress. <br />
<br />
So, I missed my first day of class due to my overwhelming case of the sleepies but I made it to the language center the next day. <br />
<br />
I placed into the intermediate level and was due to come back later that evening and from then on from 2-6pm, 5 days a week. <br />
<br />
I walked to and from class nearly every day over the two week program. I was so very happy to have some sort of routine I could count on. <br />
<br />
The center was situated in Recoleta, which is an upscale district about a 20 minute walk from the apartment. <br />
<br />
The shift in architecture, pollution, noise, and the temperament of the locals was such a jarring contrast. <br />
<br />
My apartment was in the San Nicolas district which is an area which just borders the main downtown area and has an abundance of restaurants, although predominantly Italian. <br />
<br />
A lot of small family-owned businesses appeared to dominate, although there were plenty of mass-market looking shops as well. <br />
<br />
Being on foot, I encountered waaay more than my fair share of pollution, dirt, and exhaust coming from the cars and buses at every single stop light.<br />
<br />
I don't know how many times I had to blink and tear up and dab at my eyes because of dirt getting beneath my contact lenses! <br />
<br />
Recoleta had a lot less through traffic and, thus, less pollution, and the streets were better maintained. <br />
<br />
The people much more aloof and deep in their own thoughts than my hood in San Nic. <br />
<br />
Aside from there, and small pockets of Palermo and Palermo Soho, I just couldn't be left to myself. <br />
<br />
I was given outright hostile stares from a lot of the local women and weird smiles from the men. <br />
<br />
If I may be so bold to make this assumption, I would wager that I was mistaken for a Portuguese-speaking Brazilian more often than not, rather than a Brown Anglophone Americana and thus I had to deal with whatever came along with it. <br />
<br />
I had armed myself beforehand with plenty of knowledge about the 'ethnic' experience in South America and purchased cultural guides and books with specific reference of Argentina. <br />
<br />
Yet, I'm not sure if anything could have prepared me for the often icy reception I would attract. <br />
<br />
It was awful difficult attempting to blend in and 'just be a tourist.' <br />
<br />
Didn't happen there.<br />
<br />
Buenos Aires was the one nut I couldn't crack. <br />
<br />
I had read plenty about portenos being a proud people and priding themselves on their "european-ness.....ness" (lol). <br />
<br />
I was prepared for that and I felt that having lived in Paris would be the best primer for this kind of thing, non?<br />
<br />
Heck no. <br />
<br />
The level to which a lot of the locals I encountered were mistrustful of darker skinned foreigners was downright distressing at times. <br />
<br />
I've been to many countries,although admittedly the majority are in Western Europe, and I've dealt with feeling 'out of sorts'. <br />
<br />
However, unfortunately, I truly felt like I had entered the twilight zone circa 'antebellum south' here! <br />
<br />
Americans and Europeans who visit who are Caucasian or Latin in appearance will most definitely fare better than I did. <br />
<br />
I would not discourage anyone with interest from going but it took a stiff upper lip to deal with people there at times. <br />
<br />
I mean, perhaps it was a tip off to you readers that I was more interested in the apartment cats than people while there from my earlier descriptions. <br />
<br />
And I rarely ever find cats amusing, with few exceptions! <i>(***note: Surprisingly, I've been converted into an all-around cat lover since late 2008!).</i><br />
<br />
I hesitated to write my travel experience in Bs As because I wanted to find something really awesome about my trip to redeem it and negate the less than spectacular aspects. <br />
<br />
I can normally overlook a lot of things that go wrong, especially in the name of travel but this one was...whew...<br />
<br />
In closing, I will summarize what was actually pretty neat about being there. And I'll try and curtail the cringe-worthy factors:<br />
<br />
Pros<br />
<br />
->The US dollar is actually worth something there! The ratio is about 3:1 to the Argentine peso.<br />
<br />
->The food was incredible (and cheap). <br />
<br />
Every single meal I had was worth remembering and I savored every bite. <br />
<br />
It was right up there with the quality of cuisine in Paris and New York, although I had to take a few points off for lack of variety.<br />
<br />
->It is close to Montevideo, Uruguay, Iguazzu Falls, and Bariloche is a well-reknowned ski resort town in northern Argentina.<br />
<br />
->The language program was the best one I've ever participated in..and I got a 94/100 on my final exam! <br />
<br />
There were only 5 people in my class and the instructor,a local portena, was extremely effective. <br />
<br />
She certainly made Spanish lessons something to look forward to. <br />
<br />
A lot of the trivia games brought forth my competitive side with gusto! <br />
<br />
Como quieres esos manzanas?<br />
<br />
CONS<br />
<br />
->Lots of grafitti and trash in a bunch of areas.<br />
<br />
->The rich/poor dichotomy is extremely apparent.<br />
<br />
->Unwelcoming, suspicious locals.<br />
<br />
->Pollution<br />
<br />
->This was the very first time when travelling by myself actually sucked.<br />
<br />
All in all, I'd return to Argentina, although not by myself. <br />
<br />
I'm actually more keen on checking out Brazil or other nearby South American countries (with or without a travel partner).<br />
<br />
Now, Nashville....woohoo! Oh, my stars! <br />
<br />
It exceeded my expectations and then some. <br />
<br />
I flew with Southwest and spent a long weekend immersed in near non-stop country music, southern cuisine, palatial estates, friendly smiles, and the genre of hot, humid weather you can only get back East/SouthEast. <br />
<br />
Aside from Carrie Underwood, Shania, and Faith Hill, I am none too familiar with the country music genre. <br />
<br />
Dare I say I became the biggest new fan of country/folksy singer Marshall Chapman? <br />
<br />
She was performing at the Bluebird Cafe along with 3 other singer/songwriters. <br />
<br />
I was taken away instantly with her magnetic story-telling and soulful, spirited baritone voice. <br />
<br />
A scenic drive through the Bellemeade section of the city showcased the grand homes which instantly evoke images of Tara in Gone With the Wind. <br />
<br />
Do they still name houses these days? <br />
<br />
I was told no, but, dammit, I'll name 'em if they won't. <br />
<br />
These homes were like people! <br />
<br />
Home is a dirty four letter word that just ain't fittin'. <br />
<br />
The following night, a visit to the Grand Ole Opry was a novel experience, as we were able to stand on the stage while the performers cranked out their tunes, rhinestones glittering, boots a-shining, toes a-tapping. <br />
<br />
I know I'm corny, but, ya kinda had to be there! <br />
<br />
I enjoyed myself immensely. <br />
<br />
I am hankering to return and check out more of Music City and all that it has to offer. <br />
<br />
A big kiss to the citizens of Nashville for being so sweet and kind, progressive, and welcoming during my way-too-short visit.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Originally published May 2011.</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-48054716099107079222011-06-06T22:14:00.000-07:002011-06-06T22:14:54.687-07:00The Golden Voice Mouths Off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WQrtAkbWYWeFnW38b9votSs3GtlsHWBy0HOdDi9lLte37PUMSR6ywZcyOoFo3tqHtcly1-lbUy8IAOuSMm_ulJ6icCTvEH6OkG26keY1pifXfwNvAl3RHaye7LR3Qsg5Q2uIrnfQR2In/s1600/pic-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WQrtAkbWYWeFnW38b9votSs3GtlsHWBy0HOdDi9lLte37PUMSR6ywZcyOoFo3tqHtcly1-lbUy8IAOuSMm_ulJ6icCTvEH6OkG26keY1pifXfwNvAl3RHaye7LR3Qsg5Q2uIrnfQR2In/s640/pic-9.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /></a></div><br />
<b>The Golden Voice Mouths Off</b><br />
<br />
Familiar with the story of YouTube sensation, Ted Williams? <br />
<br />
The homeless guy with a voice so lovely, the angels masticate their wings? I said <b>MASTICATE</b>. <br />
<br />
Perv!<br />
<br />
Ted, born in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, NY is a former talk radio show host from Ohio. <br />
<br />
Unfortunately, around 1993, his life took a turn for the worse as he began to deteriorate, embattled with a hardcore drug and alcohol addiction. <br />
<br />
This dark phase led to bouts of homelessness as his life continued to spiral downward over the years. <br />
<br />
But, hark! <br />
<br />
Discovered holding a street sign on a highway exit, Ted Williams has recently been offered countless opportunities to turn his life around as his silky smooth voice went viral. <br />
<br />
3 million-fold. <br />
<br />
However, he appears to have hit a wee bit of a hiccup as he was detained LAST NIGHT. <br />
<br />
Police were called in to regulate after reports of a heated argument between he and his daughter at the Renaissance Hotel in Hollywood. <br />
<br />
Now, I'm pretty familiar with the Renaissance, and it is pretty bad-ass, so he must have been treated to this lil lap of luxury from one of his many new big-time 'followers'. <br />
<br />
But, of course! <br />
<br />
It is only natural for them to pamper their newest media darling.<br />
<br />
I mean, he has been doing countless television appearances with lighting speed. <br />
<br />
Ragamuffin and all. <i>(I say this with love.</i> =): <br />
<br />
If your voice is that damn good, well, you're fully entitled to have a face made for radio. <br />
<br />
Am I right or am I right? <br />
<br />
Or was that mean? <br />
<br />
He cleans up reasonably well, so perhaps I'm just joshin'.....<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk026puYujfjnxlbXWLply8LZiAHAxLZUoHhyphenhyphenduFlybHWaQkidpc8ouobsKG-iALajyL3zS-cZclNGvnTbo6dVzCXzrqQJBLsvAWCIUkGKmaogFRJHUkKKP5eAm34kEm1CxnvCAqMjXM5-/s1600/066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk026puYujfjnxlbXWLply8LZiAHAxLZUoHhyphenhyphenduFlybHWaQkidpc8ouobsKG-iALajyL3zS-cZclNGvnTbo6dVzCXzrqQJBLsvAWCIUkGKmaogFRJHUkKKP5eAm34kEm1CxnvCAqMjXM5-/s320/066.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /></a></div><b>In your pants!!! </b><br />
<br />
=>Ha ha! Had to insert the Craig Ferguson reference there. He's a doll.<br />
<br />
Here's to hoping this little blip on the radar means nothing in the grand scheme of things for this talented man. <br />
<br />
Very glad to hear that, at least for now, physical violence seems not to have taken place. <br />
<br />
I'm all for new beginnings..but it seems he may have to leave some folks behind if they wish to drag him back down. <br />
<br />
Oh, and, get this: <br />
<br />
Ted's got 9 kids....<br />
<br />
Yeah, I'll bet!...<br />
<br />
No surprise there, that the panties just fall off when your voice is that melodic, einh? <br />
<br />
I've included a CBS YouTube video link of Mr. Golden, Ted Williams, below. <br />
<br />
Enjoy!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWG6zNf4xY0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWG6zNf4xY0</a><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Originally published on Jan 11, 2o11</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-63037782797099601792011-06-05T01:54:00.000-07:002011-06-05T01:54:56.187-07:00A Southern Fairytale<b>A Southland Fairytale</b><br />
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Perhaps you're familiar with this joke:<br />
<br />
Question: How does a traditional fairy tale start?<br />
Answer: Once upon a time.....<br />
Question: How does a Southern fairy tale start?<br />
Answer: "Y'all ain't gonna beLIEVE this sh**!!!<br />
<br />
<br />
Thursday afternoon, I was given the opportunity to play the role of a hooker on the TNT television series Southland. <br />
<br />
<em>Go, me! Right?</em> <br />
<br />
There were three other sexy actresses filling the heart- of- gold character roles and an assortment of, let's say, <br />
<br />
"exciting/ possibly dangerous/ but super nice and sweet to me and the whole cast and crew so who cares?" featured extras as 'gangstas'. <br />
<br />
Thanks for the memories and I hope I get to see you all again!<br />
<br />
In fact, I had a grrrreat time, despite the fact that I spent the first hour or so terribly confused. <br />
<br />
It was my first time on-location or working in any capacity for the show, so I kinda had to play catch-up as I went along. <br />
<br />
<strong>And then I got lost again!</strong> <br />
<br />
Hiding in plain sight, it was profoundly difficult to discern who was what, when, where and why. <br />
<br />
And how. <br />
<br />
And a whole lotta wtf moments ensued! <br />
<br />
<br />
Good times... So glad I wasn't the only one looking around positively entranced.... <br />
<br />
We were literally smack dab in the 'city' of Los Angeles..and well, we're Los Angelenos, so we all look pretty much alike in that, <br />
<br />
<br />
<em>" Where do I know you from?" </em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<br />
<em>"Are you a friend or a frenemy?"</em> <br />
<br />
world that be Hollywood.<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm still on a hunt for pix from the shoot. Stay tuned!<br />
<br />
Other than that, I was able to join Marlboro Man (a name I bestowed upon this lovely, fascinating creature) and Tommy Gunn at <a href="http://www.brixtonsouthbay.com/">Brixton</a> in Redondo Beach to watch Big Noize:<br />
<br />
<i>"An All-Star band featuring Carlos Cavazo of Quiet Riot and Ratt, Vinny Appice of Black Sabboth, Dio and Ozzy, Joe Lynn Turner of Deep Purple and Rainbow, and Phill Soussan of Ozzy, Jimmy Paige, Vince Neil and Billy Idol."</i><br />
<br />
Good times, yet again!<br />
<br />
Although, <i>y'all ain't gonna beLIEVE this sh**!!! </i><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>I got sooo lost on the way there.</strong> <br />
<br />
<br />
Since Hermosa, Manhattan, and Redondo are thisclosetogether, <br />
I miscalculated exactly how far from the actual venue I should park. <br />
<br />
Therefore, after, say, walking ten-or-so odd blocks in the dark of night, still wearing a lot of my earlier garb (but with velour pants on to cover up my fishnets!), <br />
<br />
I made it after crying unc and hailing a cab near the Crowne Plaza hotel. <br />
<br />
And, "No, thank you" mister whoever- you- were, for being oh-so-kind to offer me a ride to the show from your vehicle ever so fervently while I was en route. <br />
<br />
And, "Yes! Thank YOU, Perky" for being my phone-friend the whole long, solitary stroll to Brixton.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>Do I look like a hooker to you or something?!?!?!?! </i><br />
<br />
Oh, wait. Don't answer that!*grins*<br />
<br />
<br />
Cheers and Jeers,<br />
SANDRA LONDON<br />
<br />
P.S.: Read more about Big Noize at: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/abignoize">http://www.myspace.com/abignoize</a><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Originally published on January 29, 2011</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-54744194953531886882011-06-05T01:30:00.000-07:002011-06-06T23:01:07.604-07:00A Night for White Knights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oxjZRZJ4rpbNtgfemKHYWeG9LVb4q9WvTfr8y7mdnDuyO2sRHY8MunmVw3NpvK1JcUKJpFBRnOt29SbrwT9qcoPkEj6FUhebmli0virWWcf7oWM_fV8bu_3xztPH9-ywu06aNLfTrzFO/s1600/018.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oxjZRZJ4rpbNtgfemKHYWeG9LVb4q9WvTfr8y7mdnDuyO2sRHY8MunmVw3NpvK1JcUKJpFBRnOt29SbrwT9qcoPkEj6FUhebmli0virWWcf7oWM_fV8bu_3xztPH9-ywu06aNLfTrzFO/s640/018.jpeg" t8="true" width="480px" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span lang=""><u><strong>A Night for White Knights</strong></u><br />
<br />
"I always do depend on the kindness of strangers..." <br />
<br />
Today calls for a Valentines Day Tribute to the white knights in shining armor who have been so generous throughout my lifetime and career as a web chick. <br />
<br />
You mean so very much and you DO so very much to make me smile, to make me laugh, to make me thank the stars above that there are living, breathing angels right here on earth.<br />
<br />
Here's to a long, luxurious alliance of kindred spirits, lonely hearts, abundant moments of joy and unbridled excellence. <br />
<br />
It's all because of you that any of THIS is possible. <br />
<br />
You keep me going through good times and bad. <br />
<br />
Through the 'dawn's early light' and the periods of abyss, which befall despite my most earnest intentions....<br />
<br />
A.T., P.K., M.M., B.B., and yes, definitely you, M.D. You mean the world to me. <br />
<br />
In honor of you, and in honor of Valentines Day:<br />
<br />
Here's one of my most favorite poems, by the revered French ecrivain, Monsieur Charles Baudelaire....<br />
</span><b><span lang="EN"></span></b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span lang="EN">A une passante -Charles Baudelaire</span><span lang=""> </span></span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.<br />
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,<br />
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse<br />
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet ;<br />
<br />
Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.<br />
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,<br />
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,<br />
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.<br />
<br />
Un éclair... puis la nuit ! - Fugitive beauté<br />
Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,<br />
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité ?<br />
<br />
Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici ! trop tard ! jamais peut-être !<br />
Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,<br />
Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais !</i> <br />
<br />
<br />
<i><u></u></i></span></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><u>My English Translation</u><br />
<br />
The busy boulevard screeched all around me<br />
Long, thin, in great mourning, majestic sorrow<br />
A woman passed, of such controlled, elegant poise and grace<br />
Lifting, swinging her hem and her seam<br />
<br />
Agile and noble, with her statuesque legs<br />
Me, I was drunk in her presence, tense like an extravagant<br />
In her eyes, a blue sky from which hurricanes are stirred<br />
A fascinating tenderness and a pleasure which kills<br />
<br />
A flash....then night falls! Fugitive beauty<br />
Whose eyes had so suddenly awakened me within<br />
Will I never see you again for all of eternity?</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Elsewhere, quite far away from this moment! Too late! Never, perhaps!<br />
For I have no idea where you have fled, <br />
You know not of where I am going<br />
<br />
Oh, you, who I would have loved, </span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Oh, you, who knew this all along!<br />
</em></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Originally published on Feb 15,2011</span><strong><em> </em></strong></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lady Peacock<br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong> </strong></span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-77505054803265432602011-06-04T21:51:00.000-07:002011-06-04T22:21:13.054-07:00How I Do It: Getting It In (and Out)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLZxcjMrC8z8K_-ZQCBR8wsV9YgvF-x-6sO81Q0vEyH7QkC-xO317Au3QHhBwU6SuwuySyqUBHHsNh_cH5EE2ejqO_0s4_dF4QMiJFiLy1X_HVb6Ej6B_J2Jq0wKJu_Aoss3ltIalop08/s1600/Picture+83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLZxcjMrC8z8K_-ZQCBR8wsV9YgvF-x-6sO81Q0vEyH7QkC-xO317Au3QHhBwU6SuwuySyqUBHHsNh_cH5EE2ejqO_0s4_dF4QMiJFiLy1X_HVb6Ej6B_J2Jq0wKJu_Aoss3ltIalop08/s640/Picture+83.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /></a></div><span lang=""><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">How I Do It: Getting it in (and out) of my mind and onto the web</span></strong> <br />
<u><br />
Disclaimer: This ain't about boinkin'...it's about writing. Feel free to skip to the bottom for a cute pic so you won't feel like I totally roped you into reading this post!!!</u><br />
<em><I'm all under-dressed and in de-compress mode now. It's 1:30 am and I'm lying on my stow-away bed (read: mattress on the floor in my office).<br />
I can't believe they haven't invented real mini-mes yet...I definitely need one! <br />
I so need a twin!></em><br />
<br />
The work never ends. <br />
<br />
I read and write a LOT. <br />
<br />
And so, a lot of funny business happens when I also have to...do other stuff...or at least remember I'm supposed to. <br />
<br />
So the juggling act begins because I've got a ridiculous amount of storage space in my own humanoid brain. <br />
<br />
Oh, and it gets filled. Ya, mon!<br />
<br />
I mean, I'm a Master in my own right, academically-speaking. <br />
<br />
And to do that, a few odd years ago, I spent an unbelievable amount of time producing a gigantor thesis in (not one, but) two languages. <br />
<br />
In this self-made, do-it-yourself itty bitty interworld, somebody please say that matters. <br />
<br />
Please? I wuv u!<br />
<br />
I love writing, I do, but these days I've got notes (hand-written, 'cuz I'm ole school) up to my eyelashes in:<br />
<br />
<strong><u>Things I'll Remember</u></strong><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>A) Forever</strong> <br />
<br />
Like, literally, FOREVER. <br />
<br />
I am sorta proud to admit that I can often recall and recite prior conversations. <br />
<br />
VERBATIM...<br />
<br />
I'm not kidding you. <br />
<br />
Ask any boyfriend I've ever had. *giggles*)<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>B) Long Enough</strong><br />
<br />
Like,<i> </i><br />
<br />
<i>"Turn OFF the heater, in like, 5 minutes, before you blow up your scanner that's sitting waay too close to your heating apparatus."</i> <br />
<br />
Yes, I write random ish like that down. Don't judge me! )<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>C) For the Rest of the Day</strong> <br />
<br />
But which will be promptly forgotten upon awakening, and which will not be retrieved for an indecipherable amount of time.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>D) Until I Try to Throw Any Notes Away</strong> <br />
<br />
And then look and go,<i> </i><br />
<br />
<i>"Oh my lordy, why am I only finding this NOW? When did I write this? How come I didn't put a time stamp and date on it?"</i><br />
---><b>I do time-stamp and date my hand-written notes nowadays...Hey, when all else fails, rely on your private school-ingrained note-taking training!</b>)<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>E) But Not Realize I Still Remember</strong> <br />
<br />
Until something completely unrelated reminds me....<br />
<br />
<em><I swear, I must be a bit 'touched' with savant-like that tend to erupt at impromptu, inconvenient, and often hiLARious moments!> </em><br />
<br />
And when I write <strong>savant</strong>, I mean <strong>gangsta</strong>, just so you know. =)<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>F) But Will Forget Right After I Write It Down</strong> <br />
<br />
And upon which my eyes will not veer towards, possibly ever again. <br />
<br />
<i>Blame it on the submissive within me for not daring to look up. </i><br />
<br />
<i>Yeah, that works.</i><br />
<br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>G) With The Attention of a Short Attention Span Theater And Not Even Finish Writing Down</strong> <br />
<br />
Or won't be able to decipher because my attention is cAlled to something oh-so-immediate mid-sentence<i>...</i><br />
<br />
<em>"Oooh, puppies!" </em><br />
<br />
<em>"Oooh, new twitter follower" </em><br />
<br />
<em>"Ooh, my sexy, sexy socks....so cozy!..."<br />
<br />
"Damnit, I need to go turn off the heater!!!"</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong> What's my point again?</strong> <br />
<br />
<br />
Oh, yeah..so...<br />
<br />
As silly as it may appear to you, my dear readers...<br />
<br />
It is only when, in a land and time not so long ago, I picked my pen and paper back up again, like the warm, frenzied days of grad, and coupled it WITH online-ing(?) that I could even be a decent person to know in print. <br />
<br />
As opposed to a horrid spaz. <br />
<br />
Or a shit-covered snow<b>flake</b>. <br />
<br />
You choose.<br />
<br />
Damn. <br />
<br />
Overshare much? <br />
<br />
<br />
But, there, that was my point....<br />
<br />
That, there. <br />
<br />
Like, if you scroll up and re-read. <br />
<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
In short, I'm loads more productive when I write AND type, in tandem...<br />
<br />
And I'm only glass half-full if I rely on the rat-a-tat-tat of a cell phone or computer keyboard. <br />
<br />
So that's how it all comes full circle in that, um, glass. <br />
<br />
<br />
<em>***scurries away to get lost again in zee web***</em> <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">~Originally Published in Feb 2011</span><br />
</span>Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-22760960302200802832011-06-04T16:24:00.000-07:002011-08-28T19:20:49.173-07:00For Once and Future Kings and Queens<b><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> ~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">For Once and Future Kings and Queens</span><span style="font-size: medium;">~</span> </i></b><br />
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</tbody></table><b><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am proud to present a selection of a few of my All-Time Favorite Quotations:</span><br />
<br />
1) "In this internet land of ghosts, I am not a person. I am an avatar, porting electrons and intertwining my thoughts with glowing symbols on the screen. And there is no escape from The Village of the Internet, because there is nowhere else to go.<br />
<br />
Rather Tookish to want to try and leave.<br />
And also to stay." -"Catnip"<br />
<br />
2) "A round man cannot be expected to fit into a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape."- Mark Twain<br />
<br />
3) "Actions speak louder than words but not nearly as often."-M.T.<br />
<br />
4) "Buy land. They're not making it anymore."-M/T.<br />
<br />
5) "Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education."-M.T.<br />
<br />
6) "Climate is what we expect. Weather is what we get."- ?<br />
<br />
7) "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."-Mark Twain<br />
<br />
8) "Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds under the heel which has crushed it."- ?<br />
<br />
9) "Honesty is the best policy---when there's money in it." - M.T.<br />
<br />
10) "I have been complimented countless times and it always embarasses me, I always feel that they have not said enough."-M.T.<br />
<br />
11) " I must have a prodigious quantity of mind-- it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up."-?<br />
<br />
12) "Man is the only animal that blushes, or needs to."-Mark Twain<br />
<br />
13) "The most interesting information comes from children. Because they tell what they know and then stop."--Mark Twain<br />
<br />
14) "We have the best government that money can buy."<br />
<br />
15) "When red-haired people are above a certain social grade, their hair is auburn."<br />
<br />
16) "You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."-Helen Keller<br />
<br />
17) "Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye."-Helen Keller<br />
<br />
18) "What I am looking for is not out there. It is in me."-Helen Keller<br />
<br />
19) "Good things happen to those who hustle"-Anais Nin<br />
<br />
20) "The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle."-Anais Nin<br />
<br />
21) "A man is rich in proportion to which he can afford to let alone".-Henry David Thoreau<br />
<br />
22) "Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something".-Henry David Thoreau<br />
<br />
23) "As if you could kill time without injuring eternity."-Henry David Thoreau<br />
<br />
24) "Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put the foundations under them."-Henry David Thoreau<br />
<br />
25) "Leap, and the net shall appear." <br />
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Sandra LONDON of Live & Grindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05822501611795830184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431693813063084670.post-332877884847108332011-06-04T15:45:00.000-07:002012-12-09T21:53:55.527-08:00Welcome to To Live and Grind in L.A. Archives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's "moi", your webmistress, <b><a href="http://www.toliveandgrindinla.com/">Sandra London</a></b>, your virtual naughty nudie next door! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I decided to stop daydreaming about taking action and kicked my own bum into leaping forward, full speed ahead, to restore the majority of my previous blog posts from my OG Original To Live and Grind in L.A. site here, per your ardent, feverish requests;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What you will see here will be the reposting of my original musings dating <strong>from</strong> <strong>December 15th, 2010-April 2011</strong>, <b><a href="http://www.toliveandgrindinla.com/">before the jump</a></b>.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>new</b></span> blog posts/site updates <b>from April 2011 onwards </b> will continue to be published on my current </span><a href="http://www.toliveandgrindinla.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">ToLiveandGrindinL.A. domain</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">imsandralondon.blogspot.com <</span><a href="http://www.imsandralondon.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">you are here</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">> is being created lovingly for those moments of <b>nostalgia</b>, <b>whimsy</b>, <b>reflection</b>, and well, <b>recognition</b> of the grassroots from which my official, candid online web presence as Sandra London was spawned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy the rewind....=) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And thanks for the nudge!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Your Goddess of Zeitgeist, et al</span><br />
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<b>SANDRA LONDON</b><br />
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<em>~Saw It. Wanted It. Smiled Real Perky. Got It!~ -To Live and Grind in L.A.</em><br />
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