Saint Flavia Domitilla

my love for saints, and their lives, but most of all their deaths, is well-documented.
there are apocryphal accounts of how flavia the younger used to re-enact with fervour and conviction different forms of martydom with her sister, alessia, acting as a pliable, but for the better part, expressionless assistant. saint agatha was of course a crowd-pleaser among a privileged audience composed of 2 inanimate StuffedAnimals so it's with SOME dismay that i look into my OWN saint, ``celebrated'' this coming monday, May 7.
she was a certain roman noblewoman, known as Flavia Domitilla, living in Christian and Jew-hating times at Roman Empire High. Her ``fame'' as far as i can see seems to reside in her powers of persuasion. Convincing her husband, a consul, to commit suicide so that a vote in the Senate (that approved the massacre of all jews and christians, christians and jews) would be indefinitely delayed. In the time it would take to get a new consul elected (ie FOREVER, bureaucracy being then what it is now..) Flav Dom had time to set the wheels in motion for phase two of her cunning plan. Husband dispatched, F.D. -- a feisty filly -- got to work on getting a servant to assassinate the emperor Domitian, who happened to be a relative. She pulled that off too. She probably figured, round about now, that it was time to get the HELL out of town. So she set sail (banished, yeah right) to Pantalleria, a glorious island near Sicily, and died in her 90s!

am sorry. i feel robbed. where are the saintlike qualities exactly? the hacked breasts? the eyes yanked out? the wheel? ufff.

Ferrara, July 11

they are in italy just for the ONE concert. making damn sure i'm there. and someone will be dragged along for the ride. kicking or screaming. or beaming and glowing. two tickets bought. hop hop hop.

yay. poutine!

calcetto.....GULP

after a few kick arounds in various parks with randoms (and maude) am going to try and make this a regular bi-weekly thing. i REALLY hope i don't get beaten up by 15 year olds girls or seasoned old hags. there is a reason i stopped playing at university. i am....now...gasp.. 30... and no spring chicken...
my motto: best defense is attack. best attack is a good elbow in the stomach.

vintage

drop your pants


mmmm...taking a delectable trip down memory lane. spurred by oats' link to banned CalvinKlein ads that were considered to pervy to air, i decided to go look for those innocent levi ads that had my young teenage hormones racing. this was definitely my favourite.

noble creatures

oh the little things. they swim! look as they huff and puff about in the water. i can't bear it. i want to swim with the elephants.



there isn't a nobler creature on the planet

i need my fix

don't leave

ok. i love grey's anatomy
have very mixed feelings about this spin-off thing, taking away glorious addison.
maude agrees.
hour 5 of the 25-hour fest. i could be pulling an all-nighter
am not moving. coffee at hand.
must avoid people. people everywhere. i hate the First of May. i hate PEOPLE

one-act play (based on real events)

o: you're far into season 2!!
f: i cried a bit
"you're my person"
o: ohhhhhhh
i KNOW
isn't it AMAZING?
are you watching notstop?
f: we are cristina and meredith
o: we ARE cristina and meredith
f: i guess i have to be the annoying one
o: you're mer, though
f: errrr yes.