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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|03:38 am] |
I think you know what time it is, my friends. Ricky knows.
Time to go get the discounted candy at the grocery store.
.....and celery. Yes. Discounted celery and soy drinks. And other, frighteningly healthy things, like kombucha and wheatgrass and licorice tea with no honey. And oranges, because I think the last couple weeks left me a little jaundice
In other news, LPPL is reinstating the annual Sunday evening puppet shows after the three-week hiatus. All ages welcome. There will be refreshments of the vegetable and juice variety.
( Freddy ) |
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|06:43 am] |
HOLY ZIPPORAH.
I forgot to plan my annual Halloween party. Quel dommage! What horrors! Oy vey! Can this crisis be averted in time for mass festivities? I need pumpkins! Kitschy dinner napkins! My spooky sound effects CD! Skeleton string lights! Paper lanterns! Scary movies! Fake cobwebs! Corn syrup blood! Old sheets! Delicious snacks! Booze! A costume!
Man the barracks!
That is to say:
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|10:07 pm] |
Well, the good news is it looks like squash does unexpectedly well with hot weather! The bad news...it's about the only thing on the roof garden that did. I hear squash dishes are almost infinite, however, so I look forward to that. And, failing all else, I make a mean Jack-O-Lantern. Gourdtastic.
( PWP:Charlie Klein ) |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|07:17 pm] |
( PWP: Stella Abramowitz )
( [PWP: Past customers of Anna Netrebko] )
We're still taking non-perishable donations and volunteer applications at LPPL's food kitchen! Now that the weather is starting to break (fingers crossed the temperature holds out, yeah?), we're going to be firing up the stoves more often. Thanks so much to [...] everyone that helped us through that water crisis--I know I'm not the only one that's grateful.
Meanwhile, a few patrons have asked about starting up book clubs. Any interest, world at large? I figure we could start a few small, passion-specific groups and see where it takes us. |
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| entry the seventh: always and everywhere the secret confession. |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|12:42 pm] |
Thanks to everyone that made the food kitchen possible again this week: with current donations, it's likely we'll be able to see out the rest of August on nearly full supplies.
I'm not sure if anyone's been told of a party or get-together tonight, either at the library or at my home, but I'm afraid it's just a well-intentioned rumor. No reason for partying on a Wednesday, anyway. Just dispelling a happy mystery; some other time, perhaps. Stay safe. Meanwhile, I think I'll just |
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| entry the sixth: To be radical is to grasp the root of the matter. |
[Aug. 14th, 2008|08:58 pm] |
Due to the mass water shut offs, the LPPL will not be able to offer drinks (other than the non-perishable ones we have received, juice boxes, etc) at the food kitchen. I'm so, so sorry
( [PWP: Stella Abramowitz] ) |
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| From each according to his abilities. |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|03:20 am] |
Lincoln Park Public Library will be accepting donations of food (non-perishable only, please) beginning Saturday, August third. Considering the vast population in need in the City and the relatively non-existent public aid programs, our network of community-generated welfare is sorely lacking. I'm sure if we all throw in that can of beans, veggies, meat, soup, etc that has been sitting at the back of our cupboards for the last six months, we could do a lot of good. Please consider dropping something by (the back entrance is monitored during normal library hours--just knock)! And don't forget--checking out a book is free, too.
Handouts will be on Saturday night and Monday afternoon, for now. If anyone is interested in volunteering, and/or we get enough donations, we will hopefully be able to open up for another two or three evenings per week.
Also, I could really use a few extra can openers. :/
Maxwell?
In other news, I think the historical fiction wing needs a new coat of paint. |
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| entry the fourth: History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce. |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|12:44 pm] |
Thirty-two. Thirty-two. This is almost beyond my comprehension. It's certainly beyond anything resembling reason, or justice, or humanity. Adding insult to severe injury, Ms. Earle is right: I've seen nothing that leads me to believe this atrocity will ever be a top priority for the corporate infrastructure attempting to govern our lives, despite the fact that it is a mass murder the likes of which even this city hasn't seen in ages. Apparently, our only recourse is to crack jokes.
Listen, if there is anyone willing to write letters, stage protests, whatever, I start today. We have nothing to lose but our chains.
( [Private to Freddy Angel] ) |
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| entry the third: cuts from under its feet the very foundation |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|03:18 am] |
( [PWP: Ripley O'Hara] )
This kind of unavailability (two days for "standard inspections"?) in the only major means of transportation the greater population of this city has is completely unacceptable. The lower classes are the filling of this metaphorical urban pie, and deserve greater attention than the flaking crust of affluence on top, even if the upper crust is all our "leaders" seem to care to address. The subways are already dirty, dangerous, overcrowded, slow, and unreliable--to take them away completely just shows how very little concern the authorities have for those of us forced to use them. In historical New York City, there were always alternate routes made known to commuters that needed to get from one place to another. At the very least, we are owed this.
Ignore the proletariat, and this cake will fall before it is even out of the oven. We are not simply a blurb on the evening news, my friends. Obligatory notification is not enough. |
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| entry the second: time is everything; man is nothing. |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|10:04 pm] |
[PWP: Ripley O'Hara]
Rip?? Oh please, please let this be a mistake
you know I always thought you were my best
who will
oh God and no I'm not taking your name in vain, please
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| entry the first: Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious. |
[Jun. 7th, 2008|05:58 pm] |
My word, it was sweltering this afternoon. I had to remind myself that the quivery, shimmering blacktop horizons popping into sight around the city weren't actually the oases they seemed, and that I wouldn't find Piña Coladas waiting if I followed the "water"! After the week of cool weather, I had started to hope we'd get a reprieve from the typical estival heat and humidity for a few more days. C'est la vie: that's what summer is for, I suppose. Stay hydrated!
If any book-lovers are looking to enjoy some air conditioning (and a half decent water fountain!), the Lincoln Park Public Library will be open seven days per week throughout the summer. The website has been updated with
a calender of special events all the way through the end of August. As usual, a new puppet show will be open to the public every Sunday afternoon before the library closes.
You'll be able to reach us by phone, fax, or e-mail, through the listings at the website. Coming soon, we'll be offering live jCherri support for all library card-holders. Remember, freedom is the consciousness of necessity!
[Journal: Anna Netrebko; PWP: Past Customers]
I'm happy to report that we've just received a shipment of first edition works by Debs and Trotsky. If you're looking for a copy of Industrial Unionism, Walls and Bars, American Appeal, Permanent Revolution, or War and the International to add to your Verboten Library, you know how to get in touch. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2008|11:54 pm] |
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move any more
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves at least enough ( to carry on ) |
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