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		<title>Book Review, and Brief Update on Health</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:37:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="meta"></div><p>You Might Consider Reading This Book:<br />
&#8220;The Road From Coorain&#8221; by Jill Ker Conway</p>
<p>Even though I started reading it in the mid 90s, and started more than once, because it is quite dry in places (similar to my experience w/ reading Out of Africa ), and before living in Australia was even a concept in my mind, I&#8217;ve finally finished Jill Ker Conway&#8217;s &#8220;clear-sighted memoir of growing up Australian&#8221;, &#8220;The Road From Coorain&#8221;, and oh the reward of exhilaration &#038; emotion of finishing it! It taught me about a part of Australia that I knew nothing about and pleasantly reminded me of all that I did. I came back to finish this book knowing so much of the vernacular that, astutely, was not always explained, and the usual Aussie expressions and how they would sound rolling off the tongue, whether &#8220;properly&#8221;, bordering on an English accent, or broad and common, or with the dialect of an experienced self-described &#8220;blackfellah&#8221; from the bush. I could see the land and the people. I knew the heartache and narrowing tunnel of a long drought. The same class system and expectations of what it means to be Australian are still visible, decades later. It is beautifully crafted, even though there are a few places that I had to push through. There is warmth, wit, and tragedy. And oh, I cried!<br />
But, I have to tell you, I consider this book to be one of the most rewarding I&#8217;ve ever read, not only for it&#8217;s content and beautifully crafted passages, rich with imagery, but also because of the last sentence. Perhaps it is because I have been there, because I am emotionally invested, and that I feel a connection with the spirit in which it is written, but I believe it contains the best last sentence of a book that I&#8217;ve ever read. I&#8217;ve never felt that way before, even with any of my favorite books. Finishing this memoir was a long-anticipated achievement and an emotionally rewarding trip. This isn&#8217;t necessarily among my top 5 reads, but if not, it&#8217;s hovering near there. And no matter what you&#8217;ve experienced of Australia, if anything, it will take you on a journey of the human dramas, loves, losses, excitements, unexpected twists, hopes and triumphs we all experience in a lifetime.</p>
<p>WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW</p>
<p>Switching gears&#8230;</p>
<p>As for my health,  still feeling  sore and tender from the surgery. The antibiotics are slowly clearing up the infection and I&#8217;m making plans to get tested, in Hershey, to see if I carry a &#8220;cancer gene&#8221;. This will help me make a decision on how drastic my next surgery will be, perhaps help my siblings, should they want to know if there is a possibility that they carry it, and just help with research in general, so that somewhere down the line, it might help save more lives. I will be seeing an oncologist, in Hanover, for a first appointment on August 5. The plan is, that while I undergo chemo and radiation treatments, I will live most of the time with my Sister and her family, so that she can drive me to and from appointments, and so that, during the day, I will be with someone. She lives in Hanover, which is a 40 minute drive from Dallastown. I can&#8217;t thank her enough for all that she has already done for me, over and above what I would ask of anyone. Kathy has provided countless rides, anticipated my needs before I knew them myself, has done research on my behalf and has not treated me any differently, which is a relief. We still give each other a hard time, and still act silly, or bitch about what&#8217;s bothering us and I doubt she knows just how much it means to me to have her in my life. And, right behind her are tons of family and friends, and I really, truly, could not have made it this far without your love.<br />
xo Amy</p>
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		<title>My New (Old) Favorite Song..</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:07:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Music]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[songs "dominican republic"]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="meta"></div><p>There is no video, but this way you can hear the whole  song. I heard it for the first time  today on wxpn. So pretty! I bought it on iTunes for 99 cents.</p>
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<p>O La Pago Yo O La Paga Ella (Marino Pérez)</p>
<p>Either I&#8217;ll Pay or She&#8217;ll Have to Pay</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>Oye, cantinero<br />
Traiga otra botella<br />
Oye, cantinero<br />
Traiga otra botella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>La mujer que tengo<br />
Eso parte el alma<br />
La mujer que tengo<br />
Eso parte el alma<br />
Su boquita sabe, mamá<br />
A melado de cana<br />
Su boquita sabe, mami<br />
A melado de cana</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>Cuando yo amanezco<br />
Con ganas de beber<br />
Cuando yo amanezco<br />
Con ganas de beber<br />
Pido una botella<br />
Llamo a mi mujer<br />
Pido una botella, mami<br />
Llamo a mi mujer</p>
<p>Mamacita linda<br />
No seas tan rechula<br />
Mamacita linda<br />
No seas tan rechula<br />
Que me estás matando mamá<br />
Con tu sabrosura<br />
Que me estás matando<br />
Con tu sabrosura</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>Cuando ella me dice,<br />
&#8220;Pide lo que quiera&#8221;<br />
Cuando ella me dice,<br />
&#8220;Pide lo que quiera&#8221;<br />
Seguimos bebiendo<br />
La semana entera<br />
Seguimos bebiendo, mami<br />
La semana entera</p>
<p>La mujer que tengo<br />
Eso parte el alma<br />
La mujer que tengo<br />
Eso parte el alma<br />
Su boquita sabe, mamá<br />
A melao de cana<br />
Su boquita sabe, mami<br />
A melao de cana</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>(Guitarra…)</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>Mamacita linda<br />
No seas tan rechula<br />
Mamacita linda<br />
No seas tan rechula<br />
Que me estás matando, mamá<br />
Con tu sabrosura<br />
Que me estás matando, mami<br />
Con tu sabrosura</p>
<p>Cuando yo amanezco<br />
Con ganas de beber<br />
Cuando yo amanezco<br />
Con ganas de beber<br />
Pido una botella, mami<br />
Llamo a mi mujer<br />
Pido una botella, mamá<br />
Llamo a mi mujer</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella<br />
O la pago yo o la paga ella</p>
<p>Me voy a beber<br />
Dos o tres botellas<br />
O la pago yo…</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>English translation:</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>Hey, barman<br />
Bring me another bottle<br />
Hey, barman<br />
Bring me another bottle<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>The woman I have<br />
It breaks my heart<br />
The woman I have<br />
It breaks my heart<br />
Her little mouth tastes, mamá<br />
Like sugar cane syrup<br />
Her little mouth tastes, mami<br />
Like sugar cane syrup.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>When I wake up<br />
With a desire to drink<br />
When I wake up<br />
With a desire to drink<br />
I ask for a bottle<br />
I call my woman<br />
I ask for a bottle, mami<br />
I call my woman</p>
<p>Beautiful little momma<br />
Don&#8217;t be so sweet<br />
Beautiful little momma<br />
Don&#8217;t be so sweet<br />
Because you&#8217;re killing me, mamá<br />
With your tastiness<br />
You&#8217;re killing me<br />
With your tastiness</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>When she tells me,<br />
&#8220;Ask for whatever you want&#8221;<br />
When she tells me,<br />
&#8220;Ask for whatever you want&#8221;<br />
We keep drinking<br />
All week long<br />
We keep drinking, mami<br />
All week long</p>
<p>The woman I have<br />
It breaks my heart<br />
The woman I have<br />
It breaks my heart<br />
Her little mouth tastes, mamá<br />
Like sugar cane syrup<br />
Her little mouth tastes, mami<br />
Like sugar cane syrup</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>(Guitar…)</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>Beautiful little momma<br />
Don&#8217;t be so sweet<br />
Beautiful little momma<br />
Don&#8217;t be so sweet<br />
Because you&#8217;re killing me, mamá<br />
With your tastiness<br />
You&#8217;re killing me<br />
With your tastiness</p>
<p>When I wake up<br />
With a desire to drink<br />
When I wake up<br />
With a desire to drink<br />
I ask for a bottle, mami<br />
I call my woman<br />
I ask for a bottle, mamá<br />
I call my woman</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay or she&#8217;ll have to pay</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to go drink<br />
Two or three bottles<br />
Either I&#8217;ll pay… </p>
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		<title>after the fight</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 10:48:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Critters]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="meta"><strong>listening to:</strong>&nbsp;TV on the Radio:Golden Age, Lily Allen: The Fear, Flight of the Conchords.<br/></div><p>after the fight,<br />
I stormed from the<br />
cool of the bluestone house<br />
into the dry dirt yard<br />
my face as hot as my temper.<br />
the dust swirling at ground level.<br />
the dogs followed my furious steps<br />
down to the low paddock<br />
where the lone horse named leo<br />
leaned into the stand of<br />
decades-old eucalyptus trees<br />
that had grown into one another<br />
over the course of several years.<br />
the dogs with noses to the ground<br />
were disinterested in my emotions.<br />
they caught the scent of rabbit and wandered<br />
a little ways off, zig-zagging past one another.<br />
the horse shook his brown head<br />
to fend off flies, so I took my hands<br />
and cradled the long face<br />
as the tickle of his soft nose hit my ear.<br />
I was at peace here.<br />
the land and the animals, my sanctuary.<br />
I continued on, climbing over the wire fence to<br />
where the dogs now had been trying to find<br />
a fresher track. the dam was deep, cool<br />
and the width of a river.<br />
our golden dog jumped straight in,<br />
and then out again,<br />
and I watched the ripples of water flow,<br />
echoing out from his disturbance.<br />
O the memory of the day&#8217;s heat,<br />
the bellbirds&#8217; chirping ringing<br />
high throughout the tree tops.<br />
now my mind searches through memory for<br />
other days there. for fascinating kookaburras,<br />
for skinks, blue tongued lizards, cormorants,<br />
storks, and heron and ibis.<br />
i hold on to glimpses of draping<br />
silvery green eucalyptus,<br />
in both long and short leaves.<br />
magpies caroling at dawn, and<br />
a hillside of grey kangaroo cautiously grazing.<br />
errant foxes skipping through the long grass,<br />
swiftly clearing fences in the still-early mornings.<br />
the sulfur crested cockatoo with their<br />
dreadful screeching in flocks above.<br />
the yellow tailed black cockatoo<br />
cheekily squawking to each other in<br />
the stand of tall pines as they feasted upon<br />
green pinecones.<br />
bats at dusk, rats drawn to the horses feed.<br />
spiders of all description:<br />
huntsman are big, but lookout for the redback and whitetails!<br />
Once, a copperhead sunbathing on a rock.<br />
possums growling in the night, and<br />
playing at chase once the stars emerged.<br />
periwinkle, kangaroo paw and freesia growing<br />
wild in the neighbour&#8217;s paddock and<br />
the red bottle brush, ever bold.<br />
Our yard dotted with melaleuca bushes.<br />
the reddish sunset, and now anger, for the most part, erased.<br />
The mournful lowing of cattle from a nearby farm.<br />
The dogs barking. the cool of the house always waiting.<br />
These scenes, played over in my mind,<br />
bring both longing and peace.<br />
O my peace,<br />
my piece of Australia!</p>
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		<title>The Best Poem I Could Think Of Today.</title>
		<link>http://www.9moonsago.com/archives/751</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 09:56:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Art & Creating]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="meta"></div><p>Bruce Springsteen is my hero.<br />
They hijacked his song,<br />
And used it to terrorize<br />
The guilty and innocent alike<br />
I hate that!<br />
I believe<br />
the U.S.A.<br />
will have a black president.<br />
And that feels right.<br />
I think it would make<br />
for a fine story<br />
one day!<br />
Don&#8217;t you?</p>
<p>A.L. Miller<br />
5:55 am<br />
Sept 3, 2008</p>
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		<title>Dear Friends</title>
		<link>http://www.9moonsago.com/archives/741</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 06:51:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friends]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Health]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Loved Ones]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Making a Difference]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="meta"></div><p>I am having a rough time. I did talk to Cameron tonight. Please pray for me to recover. I don&#8217;t want to die, but I do have thoughts of death. I can walk, write and draw but I do not feel like doing anything but singing and dancing and acting. The thing that gets me happy are the blue flowers I wear in my hair at night and the pink veil I dance with. It makes me remember I am an artist and that people are love. I feel happier at the thought of it. I will do more things to make myself well so that I can inspire others again.</p>
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