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あみのニコニコ ローゼンメイデン

ｸﾞｯﾄﾞﾓｫﾆﾝｸﾞ♪…..φ(-ω-｡)｡o○(ﾈﾑｨ…)

曇りのちはれだし、今日は、宮城県 までウインドウショッピングです。

皆様はどんなふうに過ごしているのでしょう？

ウインドウショッピングと言えば、ミクロネシア アルジェリア から

けいこが来てるので、

一緒に、ゲルマに行こうって、

話してました。

今、ミクロネシア アルジェリア では、EMSグローブが、

流行っているみたいです。

面白いものですね。

――――――以上で今日の報告を終わります。

渋谷マッサージのフットボディリフレーテ

あやこのニコニコ 戻す

ｂ（＠＾０＾＠）ｄ オーハー

昨日は、春みたいな天気でしたねー。

あやのが風邪引いてたから、

うつらないように気をつけなきゃっ。

そうそう最近、友達がお勧めの、

エアリーシェイプを買ってみたんです。

腰に良いみたいっ。

っていうか、まだ、使い始めてばかりだけどね。

でもなんとなく、ウェストがゆるくなったような。

気のせいか？

暫くはコレを使ってみたいと思います。

みなさまも良かったら試してみて下さい。

携帯でも買えるみたいなので。

え？もう時間だ。仕事行ってきます～

脱毛効果

いちかのニコニコ コメント 削除

そうそう。

映画に、当初は行く気があったけれど、

途中でそれが萎えてしまった・・・

理由は聞かないでね。

かづきは、ＣＡＤ実務キャリア認定制度の

勉強中で、なかなかかまってくれない。

仕方ない本でも読むか。

でもＣＡＤ実務キャリア認定制度の勉強も欠かさずやります！

ちなみに、祭りの季節が近づいてきました！

かづきの好きな祭りは栢田仁組獅子舞（匝瑳市、1月8日、千葉県指定無形民俗文化財） ！

だそうです。

今日はおしまい！！！

看護師求人サイトメリット

恋人のニコニコ 百科

おはよー。

ちょっと仕事先のことで落ち込んでいます

今日の天気予報では曇りのち晴れ

だったから、おうちにいようって思ってた。

何故、こんな天気？

おとといから、なぜかワキ腹が痛い。

どうしたんだろ？

腕立てしすぎ？

22時になったら、うまい棒(バーガー味)食べに、

父と福島県 で待ち合わせ。

釣りにも行きたいな。

え？もう時間だ。やべ、仕事行ってきます～

キャッシング口コミ

かおりのニコニコ スレイヤーズ

(*^o^*)オ(*^O^*)ハー

昨日は、春みたいな天気でしたねー。

けいが風邪引いてたから、

うつらないように気をつけなきゃっ。

そうそう最近、友達がお勧めの、

コアリズムを買ってみたんです。

こしに良いみたいっ。

っていうか、まだ、使い始めてばかりだけどね。

でもなんとなく、ウェストがゆるくなったような。

気のせいか？

暫くはコレを使ってみたいと思います。

みなさんも良かったら試してみて下さい。

携帯でも買えるみたいなので。

応援クリックしてね・・・プチ

カードローン

Happy Thanksgiving or Not?

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Senses at Sunrise I with Dr. Anita Heiss

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Each year, I get the opportunity to connect with some amazing writers at an awesome event. It’s called Black Writer’s Reunion and Conference. This year, we’re hanging out at the Westin Beach and Spa Resort in Ft. Lauderdale. This morning’s 7am session was with my tidda from the land of Oz, Dr. Anita Heiss. Click here for a link to one of my blog post to learn more about this amazing woman.

Back to the experience. Now, you know out of the hundreds of folks here, only a few of us got up early. Can you believe that I was up? I still can’t believe it myself. Anita guided us through a writing exercise to help us get in touch with our senses. She gave us four minutes to write from each sense with no self-editing (of course, I broke that rule just a little). Here’s what I came up with. Enjoy. I’ll be back with more soon. I’m off for a run on the beach before the next session which also happens to be with Anita – Writing Faction. [image error] Yes, Faction, not Fiction.

Sight

The majestic sea gull flew on the sandy beach to reflect on her next venture. Perched right at the cusp of the action, she witnessed the cosmic love affair of grainy sand meeting crystal blue waves. When the pull of the moon enticed the tide to move in closer, she sailed east in the direction of a gigantic cruise liner. The amber hue of the morning sun magnified her shadow as she soared like an eagle.

Taste

As Brenna’s feet hit the sand, she remembered that she hadn’t eaten since last night’s gathering. Her stomach growled like a lion staking his claim. There wasn’t a food cart in sight so she enjoyed the minty taste of this morning’s tooth powder.  Just then, she looked off into the sunset and saw a cozy little shack turned restaurant. She could just taste that savory plate of home fries so she took off in a full sprint, calves and arms pumping in unison. Weak from a mild case of starvation, Brenna’s face met the sand and her mouth filled with the grainy substance. Yuck! Her stomach’s growl, took her mind off the fall so, she looked up to see just how much further she had to go. Mounds of that same yucky sand evaded her eyesight. Where’s the food shack? Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It’s was all just an illusion.

Sound

The sound of the crashing waves lured me to sleep in Sheldon’s arms. Busy city life had taken away my time to reflect and be one with nature. I could hear the sea gulls flying above us and to my disdain, the noisy sound of cars on the road. Why would they build a road of noise so close to the world of nature. A young lady giggled as she passed on by. Joggers smashed the pavement with the pounding of their feet. I bolted to my feet when I heard the rumbling of some kind of truck. Sheldon rubbed my back with his large chocolate man hands and I exhaled. I snuggled into the curve of his body and nudged my face into the ripples of his chest muscles. Not even a Mack truck could stop this moment.

Touch

The humidity hit me like a ton of bricks when I strolled out the hotel doors. At 7am, sweat started dripping from my hairline. It didn’t matter to me, though. My goal was three miles and I needed to make it happen fast. So, I took off. Running with the wind sent chills down my spine so I kicked my shoes off wanting to be free. My determination to run melted like hot butter on a griddle as a curious pigeon waddled close to check me out. Deep breaths took over the shallow ones as my feet touched sandy grains for the first time in years. Moving my feet in a circular motion, I couldn’t help but feel like I was getting a free pedicure. The best pedicure. I hope that pigeon doesn’t come much closer. I imagined what it would feel like if he pecked my feet and kicked at the sand. No! Get way

Smell

As the waves crashed into the sandy beach, I was greeted by the salty smell of ocean water. For years, I connected this watery scent with freedom since my best friend Chique swam across the water from her birthplace to the United States. She wanted a new life and the stench of her 1 room home drove her to be a part of a capitalistic society. She regrets that swim each day. At least in her home, she woke up to breathe in the savory aroma of fresh tortillas, rice, and chicken of her mother’s home cooking each morning. Here, she wasn’t even a real person. Gassy fumes from the construction vehicle invaded my nostrils as I thought of her life without citizenship. Oh beautiful for spacious skies and amber waves of grain was what she thought she was getting. She was shocked to find a life of living in smelly apartment with seven women just like her, working in a dye factory. They didn’t even pay her minimum wage to inhale those dangerous fumes.

Meet Rebecka Vigus – My Fictionista Workshop Sister

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Last year, I had the pleasure of meeting Author #2 during the Fictionista Workshop. Altogether, there were three authors and a group leader. Our goal was to edit and discuss one chapter of our manuscripts each week. Our fearless leader guided the conversations in our private room on Chatzy. Here, we learned to give accolades with honor and feedback in love. I was Author #3 and Cesya Cuno was Author #1. While we didn’t know one another’s identities, the three of us, along with our group leader, formed a tight bond like we were blood sisters. As a result, we shaped our manuscripts into masterpieces. On the last day of the workshop, we revealed our identities to one another and vowed to keep in contact. We’re all published authors now and support one another’s work like it’s our own. I’d like you to meet Rebecka Vigus, one of my Fictionista Workshop sisters. I promise you’ll love her just as much as I do. Enjoy!

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Tell us about yourself?

I am a retired teacher and I’ve been writing since I was 10 or 11 years old.

What led you to become a writer?

I had a reading teacher in fifth or sixth grade who told me one day he would see my books in print. I believed him and have worked toward that goal ever since. Inspiration comes from everywhere in life and my stories and characters are figments of my imagination.

How can we purchase your works?

My book are available at amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com. My newest book, Cold Case, is available on Kindle and Nook. We’re working on converting the older titles to e-books, as well.

Do you write in other venues?

Yes. I blog at www.ramblingsbyrebecka.blogspot.com and I write hubs. Click here to check them out.

Where can we learn more about you?

You can find information about me at my publisher www.unforgettablebooksinc.com under the Authors link.

Meet Anita Heiss – My Tidda from the Land of Oz

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Several years ago at the Black Writers Reunion and Conference, I had the opportunity to meet one of my    favorite authors, Anita Heiss. I affectionately refer to her as my tidda from the land of Oz. Like me, she cares  about human rights and loves writing. She even mentioned me in her new memoir titled Am I Black Enough For You. Now, I get to share her with all of you through an interview. Take a moment to learn about her work  and what’s going on in her life. I promise you’ll love her just as much as I do.

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Tell us a little about yourself?

My name is Anita Heiss and I am a member of the Wiradjuri Aboriginal nation of central New South Wales in Australia. I have lived in Sydney most of my life and have been writing professionally for two decades, since my first paid job as a researcher and scriptwriter for Streetwize Comics in Sydney. I’ve published historical fiction, children’s and adult novels, social commentary, travel articles and a text book on publishing Aboriginal literature.

In 2004 I was listed in the Bulletin/Microsoft ‘Smart 100’. I am currently an Ambassador for the Indigenous Literacy Foundation and the 2012 National Year of Reading. I am also a Patron for the Alliance of Girl’s Schools of Australasia.  My latest book is a memoir titled Am I Black Enough For You?

Side Note: Check out this great review in the Sydney Morning Herald.

What led you to write Am I Black Enough For You?

In 2007 I read Alice Pung’s Unpolished Gem in preparation for a panel I was chairing at the Byron Bay Writers’ Festival titled It’s Un-Australian: writers speak about national identity. The story of Alice’s Chinese-Cambodian family in Australia dealt with stereotypes she’d heard from kids at school and the story included perceptions of ‘Good Migrants’ and ‘Bad Migrants’ and the expectations placed on Alice by her own community. But it was the first line of the book ‘This story does not begin on a boat,’ and the later line ‘There are no Wild Swans or Falling Leaves’ that struck me immediately. I knew I had to write a story about Aboriginal Australia that didn’t begin in the desert, and didn’t have didgeridoos playing in the background.

Prior to that in the 1990s I’d read Boori Monty Pryor’s memoir Maybe Tomorrow which included a scene at a school where a child asked: “When did you start being an Aborigine, and how old were you when you started that?”  It was the way in which Boori calmly dealt with questions about his Aboriginality, and his methods of educating non-Indigenous Australians that impressed me.

So, the original idea and inspiration for my memoir on identity has a long history, and both Pung and Pryor as storytellers influenced me in style and purpose to produce something that spoke in positive ways about the diversity of Aboriginal Australia today, largely for a mainstream audience.

That inspiration received a huge injection of ‘hurry up and finish writing’ when on April 15, 2009, Australian opinion columnist Andrew Bolt in his article ‘It’s so hip to be black,’ wrote about me in relation to my Aboriginality, in a way that discredited me professionally, while also offending, insulting and humiliating me. People on his blog also made racist remarks that also offended, insulted and humiliated me.

I have always identified and lived as an Aboriginal woman; I’m a Williams from Cowra, a proud member of the Wiradjuri nation. Yet Mr. Bolt’s article suggests I made a ‘decision to be Aboriginal…’ which ‘was lucky, given how it’s helped her career’ and that I had ‘won plum jobs reserved for Aborigines at Koori Radio, the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Arts Board and Macquarie University’s Warawara Department of Indigenous Studies’.

What Mr. Bolt failed to mention is that I am an established writer and highly qualified with a PhD in Media and Communication, and that in fact none of the jobs he mentioned were actually ‘reserved’ or identified Aboriginal positions, and the Koori Radio role was actually voluntary and unpaid.

It is because of these accusations that I became involved in one of the most important and sensational legal decisions of the 21st- century when I joined others in charging the columnist with beaching the Racial Discrimination Act.

We won! Click here for a round up of the case.

*** PLEASE NOTE: since the release of Anita’s memoir she has been targeted by ill-informed right-wing ‘Amazon bombers’. Her Amazon page was linked to by Andrew Bolt’s blog and subsequently was attacked by people who had not read the book. For media coverage on the issue click here.

If you want to be enlightened as to the level of racism alive in the Australian mindset, check out the Amazon page for Anita’s book.

Do you see a connection between the plight of the Aborigines to that of Native North Americans? Aboriginal Australia and Native Americans share a very similar experience in terms of the impacts of colonisation and dispossession of land. We share a history of legally removing Aboriginal and Native children from their families to be raised in institutions and white families as a process of assimilation and to disconnect First Peoples from communities and culture. In Canada there was the Canadian Indian Residential School System and in Australia we had Aboriginal Protection Acts and Boards which lead to the Stolen Generations of removed children.

Today we share the same issue of fighting for recognition and a place in our respective societies where we are the First Peoples yet treated and viewed as second class citizens, often not appearing on our national identity radars. While in Harlem the day Obama was inaugurated, what I noticed about the celebrations for example (while a momentous occasion for all people of colour) was the lack of inclusion and recognition for America’s First People’s on the day.

In Australia, it is protocol to acknowledge the land of the traditional owners at most public events (including book launches), and even in our Parliaments. This is not done in mainstream US and it is always a reminder to me of how Native Americans are almost a forgotten people.

I’d be interested to know how many Americans reading this blog have ever read a book by one of the many brilliant Native American authors such as Sherman Alexie , Louise Erdrich, Thomas King, Susan Power, or Lee Maracle just to name a few.

What is one change you’d like to see in those who read your work? With all my writing, and especially my new book Am I Black Enough For You? I hope that the general reading public, and students in our schools and colleges come to appreciate without criticism or concern, the diversity and complexity of Aboriginal identity in the twenty-first century, and that the power of self-identity and representation is a right we should all enjoy.

You write fiction books as well. What’s your inspiration in this space?

Writing fiction is definitely easier than non-fiction, but that’s not why I write it.

In 2001, I was in a community school in the Pilbara, in north-western Western Australia, and saw a copy of Harry Potter sitting on the desk of a demountable classroom where I was running a writers’ workshop. I realised then that if our people read commercial fiction then why shouldn’t we write it? With that in mind, my commercial novels – NOT MEETING MR RIGHT, AVOIDING MR RIGHT, MANHATTAN DREAMING and PARIS DREAMING are, among other things, about us having a place in the commercial market. With a commercial novel in mind, I was driven to write a book that other Australian women like me would read in the bath, on the beach or the train or bus and so forth.

I received a contract for the first novel Not Meeting Mr Right, from Random House Australia in 2004 and it was released in 2007. Within weeks of its release, the book was in reprint and we were offered an option by Essential Viewing for a potential TV series. I had, with one title, apparently managed to create a new genre known as ‘Koori chick-lit’, and had created a whole new audience of readers nationally.

My strategy in choosing to write commercial women’s fiction is to reach audiences that weren’t previously engaging with Aboriginal Australia in any format, either personally, professionally or subconsciously. And it is that non-Indigenous female market that is my key audience: let’s face it, there are not enough Blackfellas to sustain any publishing venture, least of all an entire genre. With this in mind, I made a conscious decision to move into the area of commercial women’s fiction, releasing four books in the genre of ‘chick-lit’ or, as my friends at Koori Radio 93.7FM categorised it, ‘choc-lit’.

I am defined as a ‘choc-lit’ author because I use the genre to write about the women I know, the women in my world, women who inspire me, motivate me and are role models to me. My characters reflect their strength, resilience and intelligence. These women are urban, educated, articulate, and career-minded women, some with or wanting kids, some not. These are Aboriginal women who did not appear in contemporary Australian women’s fiction until I put them there. I wanted to write these Aboriginal women into Australian literature because they did not exist in any genre. I wanted to reach an audience of non-Aboriginal Australian women – largely aged between eighteen and forty-five years of age – who may not have ever heard of Anita Heiss or cared about Aboriginal women in Australia before. They may never have shared a coffee or dined with or worked alongside an Aboriginal woman. I wanted these readers to have an insight into just some of the realities of just some of the Aboriginal women like me. I knew that the way to reach them was to look at the things we had in common in life – such as the issues around personal relationships – and then to ease them into my world as an urban Koori woman and all that entails.

When I write my novels, I want to use my storylines to challenge the notions of what it means to be Aboriginal in the twenty-first century, with a focus on urban experiences because they are what I know best, having lived in Sydney, Canberra and on the Gold Coast. I like my stories to be saturated with capable, savvy and sexy Aboriginal women but of course, like other human beings my characters are flawed, often in terms of their personal relationships. Therein lies the universal connection between character and reader: this is what ensures pages are turned, empathy is encouraged and understanding of the shared human experience is acknowledged.

How can we purchase your works?

Book Depository (deliver free anywhere I the world!)

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Booktopia

And I will be presenting at the 2012 Black Writers Reunion and Conference in August. So you can pick up your autographed copy then!

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