Charmed Chaos

Forever has only just begun
with each precious day that passes on
Diamond stars still sparkle in blue night sky,
Golden sun still shines happy and gay
Pearl moon still croons to hidden lovers
and as each magical season passes by,
another comes to take its place

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Try Everything

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14 Things Restaurant Servers Wish You’d Stop Doing


I am more of an eater than a server but I worked in the food industry for several years, in fact, it’s in the same field where I had my very first job. I was sixteen then. I worked as a restaurant server in a Lebanese restaurant in a 5-star hotel when I first came here before moving to my current company two and a half years later and I can say that I also enjoyed the years I’ve worked there and at the same time had my fair share of restaurant horror experiences. I can tell you several stories about hungry humans during those years I was in the business but I’ll save that for another post. I guess, everyone who worked more than their summer vacation as a server have at least one work-related nightmare.

It’s an easy job for some but not so easy for others. I…

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Open-Source Poetry Four #1

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Our Dearest Readers and Budding Poets (and Masters of Poetry, of course!),

We’d be lying if we said that Open Source Poetry is one of our least favouritest features here on Unbolt Me. Why? Well, it’s easy. We love the element of surprise that it brings. What scintillatingly fabulous line will you come up with next? What will you write to make us gasp in envy and wonderment as we struggle to match creative minds?

In short, communal poetry writing is a whole lotta fun!

Now, usually we’re the ones to start a new round of Open Source Poetry. We suggest the first line and then allow y’all to run with it, but we figured it would be more fun if this time we allowed you to suggest the first line of the new poem instead! Cool idea, huh? And, actually, while we don’t wish to restrict you…

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Music Recommendation: “The Last Song is for You” by Manda Marble


Song: “The Last Song is for You”

Artist: Manda Marble

Artist Location: Columbus, Ohio

Sample Lyrics:

I stood looking upon the blue 
I called your name, I didn’t know 
the wind would carry it away 
Far above the sky 
Then you answered back to me 
From the old forest tree 
singing as a bird in spring 
the last song is for you! 

If you are OK with paying for it, you can use PAYPAL or CREDIT CARD

Genre: Acoustic, Alternative Folk

Price: $2 (US)

David Bruce: The Coolest People in Art — Dance, Death


• On 12 December 1952, a very young Allegra Kent made her debut with other young dancers on the New York stage. Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to use make-up, so in the dressing room she watched what the dancer on her right did with her make-up and imitated her, then she watched what the dancer on her left did with her make-up and imitated her. The unpleasant result was that the two sides of her face were made-up in two different ways, making her look like a Picasso cubist painting.

• Choreographer Bella Lewitzky is her own person. When Rose Eichenbaum was ready to take Ms. Lewitzky’s photograph for her book Masters of Movement: Portraits of America’s Great Choreographers, she asked her if she needed to fix her hair or put on lipstick. Ms. Lewitzky replied, “No, I’m fine as I am.” And when Ms. Eichenbaum told her to be herself for the photograph, she replied, “I don’t know how to be anyone else.”


• Claude Monet worked hard, painting outdoors in very bad weather and sometimes-dangerous locations. Art critic Léon Billot wrote about him in the Journal de Havreon 9 October 1868, “It was during winter, after several snowy days … [and the] desire to see the countryside beneath its white shroud had led us across the fields. It was cold enough to split rocks. We glimpsed a little heater, then an easel, then a gentleman, swathed in three overcoats, with gloved hands, his face half-frozen. It was [Monsieur] Monet, studying an aspect of the snow. We must confess that this pleased us. Art has some courageous soldiers.” Monet painted on the Normandy Coast, including the Manneporte arch at Etretat. Some people had been trapped under the arch at high tide and then washed out to sea and drowned. In November 1885 Monet himself almost died there. While he was painting, a large wave struck and slammed him and his canvas and his paints against a cliff and then swept them into the sea. Monet wrote Alice, his wife, “My immediate thought was that I was done for, as the water dragged me down, but in the end I managed to clamber out on all fours.”

• Near the end of his life, the heart of Mexican artist José Clemente Orozco grew weaker, and his cardiologist, Dr. Ignacio Chávez, recommended that he stop the strenuous work of painting huge murals and instead concentrate on the less strenuous work of creating easel paintings. However, Mr. Orozco refused to take this advice. Instead, he remarked to his wife, “I’m not going to do as the doctor says and abandon mural painting. I prefer physical death to the moral death that would be the equivalent of giving up mural painting.”

• Claude Monet used brilliant colors and flowers in his paintings. When Monet lay dying, a telegram was sent to friend Dr. Georges Clemenceau, who travelled 700 kilometers (approximately 435 miles) to see him. He arrived too late to see him alive; the undertakers were putting Monet’s body in the coffin. Seeing that the undertakers were about to put a black cloth over Monet’s face, Dr. Clemenceau pushed them aside. He tore from a window a flowered curtain and placed it over Monet’s face, crying, “No black for Claude Monet!” Art critic Jean-Paul Crespelle writes, “There could have been no better epitaph.”

• A couple of women — tenor Leo Slezak, whose story this is, calls them Fräulein Meier and Fräulein Schulze — hated each other. One day, Fräulein Meier was lunching with wealthy artist Bela Haas, and she asked what would happen to his money when he died. Because Mr. Haas disliked any mention of death, he replied, “I’ve made my will, and I’m leaving all my money to Fräulein Schulze.”


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