The Impossible Dream
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''To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go, to right the unrightable wrong, to love, pure and chaste, from afar; to try when your arms are too weary; to reach the unreachable star. This is my Quest---to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far, to fight for the right without question or pause'' (The Impossible Dream - lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh)
Nightskye 2004 Tempest's Nanowrimo
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Monday, April 04, 2005
What a Monday this is!The good news is that the temp did a good job. The bad news is that I have a week's worth of catching up to do in the "post closing" part of my job. I have the shudders just looking at it. So I decided that I would finish up on the cruise news for a few moments before doing the nasty. Let's see, I believe I left off with the private island in the Bahamas. After that we went to a couple of the Vegas style production shows, a few art auctions to bogart the free champagne and wine and cheese. We went to a martini clinic where we sampled 5 martini's / mixed drinks in an hour. We got the recipes for all of them even though we were crocked off our gourd. Not a bad way to spend $10 and 1 hour, let me tell you! We liked the cocktails so much, we're debating having a similar tasting party. So drop me an e-mail if you want to be on the guest list. I guess technically the drinks can't be called martinis because there isn't any vermouth in them. But they are served in a martini glass and were very yummy. I'll post the recipes later this week. We did have a lot of rough seas. That doesn't bother me at all. I like the roll and pitch of the ship and I sleep like a baby getting rocked to sleep. But it makes walking on land again a lot of fun when you still have your "sea legs." Yo Ho and a bottle of rum, indeed. Speaking of which, Purge bought some booze at low, low Caribbean prices. I believe it was a bottle of Jameson and Courvasier, but I'm not sure. Around 4 o'clock, we left the private island and set sail for Nassau. We got there around 8 p.m. and Purge and I had signed up for a booze cruise -- err a bonfire picnic on the beach. We got on a tender boat and sailed to yet another Bahamian island. I think it was Rose island. It was about 40 minutes away from our ship and the night cruise was wonderful. We could see Orion in the sky and the rum punched flowed freely. The beach at night was very peaceful. We roasted marshmallows and wienies and I pigged out on the chicken. It was home made and tasted like my Mom's. Yummy! The bad side to that was all the little sand fleas that snacked on me. The weird part is that it took two days for them to appear and last night I was itching like a fiend. Thank God for Cortaid cream! So after that, we were treated to the Bahamas at night. It's not a very safe place, but we were in a group. The military was out in full force. There were two patrol boats with honking big guns and two soldiers checked our IDs. I had forgotten to take my driver's license, but thankfully my husband has a brain for both of us and he snagged it, saying. "You're in a foreign country." It kinda brought home the reality of the situation in my drunken state. The funny part is that the soldier, a real mean looking guy, who was looking at my awful driver's license picture looked up at me, smiled and said, "That's a great picture." Island men love fat women. That's all I have to say about that. Anyway, we got up super early that morning because we had to be out of port by noon and I was on a serious shopping mission. We had problems with our credit card. Apparently we had to inform them that we were going on vacation. The good news is that it kept me from impulse purchasing a $1100.00 opal ring. It was gorgeous. The new opal that they discovered is called a "fire and ice" opal. It's like incredible shade of orange. But I suppose it's for the best. Purge wound up buying a watch at Del Sol. And the watch face changes colors in the sun. But that's the only thing we purchased on the island. No jewlery for Tempest! What a crime. Well as the Captain was hauling ass back to New York, I remedied that in the on board gift shops. I bought two silver and Majorca black pearl necklaces and a pirate coin pendant that I had my eye on. I also got a chain for the pendant and a butterfly anklet. Funny story. I wanted earrings to match the pearls so I asked the salesperson how much a plain set was. She said $60. So I shrugeed and saw in the next counter over that there was a very pretty diamond and black pearl set. So I asked her for that price. She said $1100.00. At my expression, she said that the difference was the more expensive were rare Tahitian black pearls. I double checked and the difference was that the Tahitians were smaller and blacker. I went with the Majorca and am very happy with that! The last day of the cruise was bittersweet. I was sorry to see it end, but I was really starting to miss the internet and my cats. We saw a mock "Iron Chef" cook out and broke down and purchased two pieces of artwork by an artist named Ostrofsky. I was trying to find him and the pieces we bought on the Internet, but I'm coming up empty. I'll have Purge search later, he's a Google master. And the last bit of news . . . We booked another cruise. This time for our 10th anniversary next year. To Hawaii!!! It's a 11 day cruise and we decided to take 2 days before the cruise in Maui. The deposit hasn't hit our credit card yet, but Discover tells me that it sometimes takes a few days. So I'm hoping that it will go through just fine and we get the great deal that we were offered aboard the ship. Although what this means is that I'm officially poor again. We're going to be saving every last nickel and dime for this trip. I mean cashing in soda bottles, the whole nine yards. Because unlike this trip we just took, in Hawaii I want to take all of the excursions! I want to do a helicopter ride over the volcanos, horseback riding on the black sand beaches. You name it. Of course, there's a long time between now and then and I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a "Plan" and all of that. But for right now, I'll spare you the details and get my butt back to work so I have a hope of seeing the bottom of my desk sometime this century. Oh and for the curious, Purge and I spent 12 hours yesterday playing Warcraft. Catch up time don'tcha know. Level 33 bay-bee!
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The name of the artist is Victor Ostrovksy. He is a former Mossad (Israeli secret service) agent who left when he began seeing operations that seemed to be designed to preserve the organization rather than protect the country.
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His website is here and the two pieces we bought (both are gicleés not the artist proofs) are "Distraction" and "Endgame". I'm still the master Purge # posted by
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