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Actually, the biggest reaction these days is to the fact that none of them washes his hands, and then there's the smoking. Mostly, they laugh because the assistance is so matter of fact. The women in the courses find it uniformly hilarious, and there's always a contingent of men who say, "Ewwww!" like schoolboys during a kissing scene in a movie.

This has been around for a while. I used it at the last Incident Management Team training I ran for firefighters and cops. Cooperation and coordination are essential to good incident management, and I'm always interested in the reaction it gets from cops and firefighters. I use it regularly; so far no one at FEMA has complained. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6D8CB3inzSQ The UK must be such a cooperative land.

A Friend’s Pain Bi_janus Strangle the desire to bind the gash. Pain unlike problem is not subject to reason. Sit with him on the road and cry. Hold and shore him. Some pain, though you feel, you cannot touch. Later, you will shake the dust, walk and talk.

What a great way to spend a gray morning, on the sofa and covered with an afghan, visiting delightfully conjured worlds. I add my thanks to you all and thanks to the Dude!

Being the father of very nice absolutely straight kid and the friend of very good gay adoptive parents, I'm heartened by this story how families are found and how people of all ages continue to grow into their natures.

Warm good humor and just the edge of an uncertain resolution until a happy end. Entirely engaging. Love Elbow!

A lovely tale of anxiety from an unexpected source. Immediately after reading the story, I sent the link to the story to my son.

Very sweet, indeed. Thanks.

In the US we have a deeply conservative streak that places the responsibility for the socialization of children only with the parents. This hopelessly outmoded point of view took root before schools were huge, classes were so crowded, and technology allowed anonymous bullying. Schools are the perfect place to spend time on the socialization process. Teachers, though are essentially forbidden to deal with these issues as they chase standardized test scores and dodge theocrats. I long for the days of A. S. Neill. Sexuality is part of the problem, but as others have said, a lot of adolescent suicide occurs in straight kids. Every difference from shifting norm seems like chum in the water. I suggest that a start at addressing this slaughter is to find allies on local school boards and press them for a real solution. Communities that don't hold policy-makers accountable are reduced to watching the chaos roll. Attending a school board meeting can be a revelation about who is making policy in your schools.

I think it a pretty sketch. Sometimes, people ask too much of each other, and love sometimes fails to conquer. I would like to see the back story elaborated.

Between Florida and the Cascades, Eli Bi_janus How does a man compete with a place? What’s the calculus of the hurricane and the volcano? Brief reunions, twice a year, would haul us across the rasp endlessly, keeping the wounds weeping red wolf tears until our wolves shriveled. Intimates reduced to acquaintance, what would our talks encompass— the river of longing between the hearts, worse, our work, a holiday mimeograph? Eli, you saved me for Ann, and I you for Justine. We kept the cake, eating it, too, sating the wolf’s hunger. Are we longtime companions, whispered to the world now in encrypted obituary code? Vivimos dia por dia. Email is no touch, yet I look for yours every day, and, as to touch, none is more than less. We would not bear thirty more goodbyes, thirty more last times.

What you don’t know (1998) Bi_janus Enrapt by Ann, I was polite, but never bothered to know you, dear one. Five years is a gulf, and younger brothers are accessories. Then, I turned the camera on you, taking super-8 film. At fourteen in North Carolina, you played in the shaded branch, damming with rocks, using leaves for boats, your arms fluttering. Through an eyepiece, I suddenly saw you clearly. Were you reticent or naïve? Ann and I laughed when we first projected your play, “That boy must be gay.” We waited, horrified when you almost married. Years later, when you and Ted, visiting, watched the film in our living room, you wondered aloud, “How could I not have known?”

Thanks, Camy. The stem is not penile green. Yes, Des, and a strict headmaster.

Just a reminder of important February celebrations: Entire month: Pull your sofa off the wall month 2/7: Wave all your fingers at your neighbor day (not just the one you commonly use) 2/9: Read in the bathtub day 2/11: Don't cry over spilled milk day (requires spilling milk) 2/18: Thumb appreciation day (I think in the UK it's opposable thumb appreciation day) 2/23: Curling is cool day 2/28: Public sleeping day

Thank you all for your help and the sensitivity in which it is couched. A mentor once told me that the acceptance of frank response from those of good will is requisite to collegiality. As I read through the admirable work you all have written, I am convinced of your good will, and have developed a sense of collegiality with you. I promise not to toss any balls your way without wanting you to take free swings! I am intrigued by Des's suggestion, but will have to ruminate on it for a while. I am presently inclined to get rid of the second question altogether. That said, I am fond of fire images. Thanks, again.

This one is nearing completion. I would appreciate some help. I am dubious about the second question. Regardless of how you feel about the whole thing, better with or without that question? Second Commandment Bi_janus You have reason to be jealous, and we feel Your fear behind the bitchy rant. At the beginning, we ate the juicy pulp. Did Your fear begin then, when we outran You, became, as You feared, like one of You? Did Your own intemperate fire finally singe Your leaves? Five thousand years of pique have not calmed Your jealous heart, because You know that, kneeling together, entering human communion, drinking an offering from the same stem, sharing the salty spend, a manna of human devotion, we hear You aghast that we know Your heart.

G'day, Des, and thank you for the affirming poem. We don't need a slam or formal venue. We should, as I suspect you do, share our verse with the people we love, in living room or abed.

Bravo!! The first book of poetry I gave my wife was Betjeman's sonnets. Sometimes, decent poems have to bounce around in my ear and head a while before they yield something worthwhile. In the US, our poet laureate is appointed by the Library of Congress. For 2011, the PL is Philip Levine. WCW wrote remarkable poems, all the while practicing medicine. If you work at the craft enough, you usually find the mark once in a while. Fine poetry happens between a writer and a reader. We should have more poets and we should hear them read. And, Camy, I shall always be on the lookout for "penile green."

Old Soul (1967) Bi_janus Old soul you thought me when you were seventeen, and I fifteen. How did your confusion outshine mine? Your soul wasn’t my aim, because you knew how to hold me. I took advantage of your longing, but you riled and shattered my silence. Your fear and my fear, companions. Your need and my need, lovers.

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Try "Gong Xi Fa Cai" Gong Xi=respectfully wishing joy Fa Cai=becoming wealthy or prosperous A traditional New Year greeting, but not the literal 新年快樂 or Xin Nian Kuai Le. Very practical, the Chinese.

Agni (1984) Bi_janus The breeze slaps at me lightly from the end of a long breath, and branches swaying slightly, announce charred birth and death. Whispering edge of your roar, first sensed by voles and deer, warns that you aim to transform utterly every mote to a pyre. Moments summon you, raging in green stem and crown, screaming, sighing, and curdling every pudding to black and brown. Loosing the whole forest’s heat, you burn me across the bare line artlessly placed at your feet to scarify with ash the divine.

Washington and Oregon papers are reporting that the last vote needed for passage in the Senate has been garnered. A Democratic senator from Camano Island became the 25th promised vote. The House has been a lock for months. I really didn't think we'd ever get it through. Governor Chris Gregoire made the legislation a priority, but Rep. Jim Moeller has been at this battle of six years. Now the real struggle begins as theocrats are already preparing a referendum. If nothing blows up, Washington will become the seventh state in the USA to sanction gay marriage.

Ah, yes, oh wise one.

Old style characters always confuse modern machine translators. As an old character, I appreciate that difficulty.