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Donald Marino Sr. obituary: Greyhound enthusiast lived final years to their fullest - Orlando Sentinel

When it became apparent that a malignant brain tumor was going to cut short his life, Donald Marino Sr. of Orlando decided to live his final days to the fullest. "We went everywhere," said his wife Donna. "If ...

Leon Breeden: Jazz studies director helped give University of North Texas its sterling reputation - Dallas Morning News

Peers, friends and former students remembered Leon Breeden as a man who gave as much to the jazz classroom as he did to his principal instrument, the clarinet. But mostly, they remembered him as the man who ...

J. Edward Martensson, former TV action reporter in New Orleans -- Obituaries today - New Orleans Times-Picayune

Former New Orleans TV news reporter and anchorman "Ed Marten" (J. Edward Martensson) died Aug. 9. J. Edward Martensson, known as Ed Marten Born in Galveston, Texas, Martensson was an avid sportsman who loved ...

Obituary: Marilyn Buck / Drove a getaway car in the 1981 Brink's holdup - Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Marilyn Buck, who served more than two decades in prison for her role in the 1981 Brink's armored-car robbery in Rockland County, N.Y., in which three people were killed, died Tuesday at her home in New York City. She ...

Patricia Neal dies at 84; Oscar-winning actress found triumphs in a life of tragedies - Los Angeles Times

Her life was marked by professional triumphs, including a Tony Award -winning debut on Broadway in Lillian Hellman 's 1946 drama "Another Part of the Forest" and a best actress Oscar for her role in the 1963 ...

Radical jailed for role in deadly heist dies in NY - Boston Herald

N EW YORK — Marilyn Buck, a violent leftist incarcerated for 25 years for her role in some of the most notorious radical acts of the 1980s, including the bombing of the U.S. Capitol and a deadly armored car ...

Marilyn Buck dies at 62; leftist incarcerated for 25 years for role in violent attacks in the 1980s - Los Angeles Times

Marilyn Buck, a violent leftist incarcerated for 25 years for her role in some of the most notorious radical acts of the 1980s, including the bombing of the U.S. Capitol and a deadly armored car heist, died ...

Obituary: W. Wallace Cayard / Navy vet taught religion, philosophy - Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

W. Wallace Cayard thought about becoming a Methodist minister but ultimately decided "that he had more questions than answers," his wife said. So instead of the pulpit, the college classroom became the venue though which ...

Woman in HP's Mark Hurd case comes forward, says she's 'saddened' at ouster - San Jose Mercury News

A 50-year-old marketing consultant and sometime actress who appeared in a handful of steamy films and a short-lived reality TV series came forward Sunday as the woman at the center of the scandal that brought ...

Perez learned to fly in the '50s, serving in the Civil Air Patrol - MySanAntonio

A few weeks ago, Jose J. Perez wanted nothing more than to crawl into an airplane as his son and granddaughter practiced takeoffs and landings at Stinson Municipal Airport. But if the World War II veteran and ...

Open Question: WHERE CAN I FIND FREE DEATH RECORDS?

my boyfriends mom died about, 10 years ago in San antonio Texas. and when i look for an obituary or death record it wont show up anything. but when i people search her it brings her up. what is a good website where i could possibly read details... or just see an obituary or something. thank you more

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my third draft To Karl Boysen: I am writing a letter to appeal my suspension at Texas State University. I am a freshman and I have a GPA of .82, which is unacceptable. I am currently studying pre-Theatre. Just before I left Corpus Christi, my grandfather passed away. He and I were very close and we loved each other, especially through our love of music. He inspired me to go after what I wanted in life. I tried to going to the counseling center at Texas State. My grandfather By the time, I realized I could still bring my grades up, it was too late in the year and though I did passed my finals, I still did not do well enough to get a 2.0 or at least improve my GPA. He died just before the second semester started, and I was distracted mentally because of his sudden death. Since I have put myself in this predicament, it is up to me to get myself out of it. I do not have anyone to blame for this but myself; I simply have not been doing as well as I could be. One of the reasons I must stay in college is to further my education and have something to be proud of a degree. If I am not given another opportunity to improve academically, I am positive I will not be able to live as successfully as I would have been able to with a college education. I will reorganize my priorities to make school the most important; I need to do everything possible to make the grades I need. I am no longer in denial that I need help. I plan to go to the Student Learning Assistance Center for help when I struggle with assignments and when I need to perfect a certain subject matter. I will go to the SLAC with an open mind and realize that there are people who are willing to help others like me who are struggling with classes. In addition, I will find class tutors and join study groups that will assist me in learning material for the specific classes in which I will be taking. Also, I will no longer ignore extra credit assignments teachers' offer, I will begin taking advantage of chances to improve my grade. I believe that I can truly do well in school. Maybe it had to come to this academic suspension to realize that I need to rid myself of mixed feelings about school. I assure you, I am going to do the best I can and pass all my classes because I am not willing to risk the chances of no longer being able to attend Texas State. I plan to retake the three classes I failed within the next two semesters. If I am able to, I will take two of the three classes during the Fall Semester. Since writing essays seems to be one of the reasons why I failed English, I will use the Writing Center to help me improve my essays and improve my ability on analytical essays. Enclosed is my possible current schedule I have registered for and the changes I plan on making for both the fall and spring semester. Also enclosed is a letter and an obituary from my grandfather’s death. Thank you for your time. Possible Course Schedules for Fall/Spring Current Schedule (registered for Fall) History 1320 MusP 2110 Psy 1300 TH 1358 TH 1365 Will Change (if able) History 1320 Ps y 1300 Mus 2110 English 1310 (retake) Math 1315 (retake) Spring Schedule English 1320 (retake) Bio 1310 TH 1365 TH 1358 MusP 2110 more

Resolved Question: i am looking for the obituary of my father ray calvert died in txas 1975 buried in delion texas?

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the nname is joe tony rodriguez more

Resolved Question: Where can I find Obituaries from 1991?

I have a sister who passed away when I was 6 months old...She was 3 years old. I never had a chance to actually meet her. I have searched google. And nothing. Her name is Danaesha Marie Simmons, she passed away in Bryan, Texas. If anyone could please help I would be extremely grateful. more

Voting Question: What can I say about Mrs. Dubose? (TKAM) - To Kill a Mockingbird Question..!?

(To Kill a Mockingbird) I have to create an obituary about her! I'm 14 and I live in Dallas, Texas. I have to create an obituary about Mrs. Dubose from To Kill a Mockingbird. There is not much I can say about her except that maybe she liked gardening and she kicked a morphine addiction. If so, does anybody know anything else about her? (ex: age, what she liked, what was in her home, family members?) I know the book didn't cover much about her; as she was only a minor character, but, please, I need help! - Thanks more

Resolved Question: I can't find my deceased friend's obit b/c takes $. Name: Matthew Herzog (3-19-86 to 10-14-04) Houston, Texas.?

He was a 6th generation Houstonian, and his original obituary is located at www.chron.com (or via the Houston Chronicle, which features mostly all of Houston's deceased in their "Obituary" section, and the only problem I'm having accessing his obituary, is monetary-wise. They want me to put in my credit card number and charge me $2.95, to actually read my best friend's obituary. I wasn't able to make his funeral, because it was private, and none of his friends went (thanks to his sadistic parents) and I REFUSE to pay for something that ought to be FREE! Not to mention that if they charge my credit card the $2.95, it costs about that much to place a charge with the card anyway, so the total would be around $5.00 for reading an obituary of a dearly departed friend of mine, when it should be absolutely free and public (since it's a public record) anyway. So, if anyone finds Matthew Mark Baker Herzog's obituary, I would greatly appreciate it, and you would be putting 6 years worth of uncertainty behind me, and help me start to heal my inability to have some closure, seeing that I not only wasn't allowed to view my friend being placed to rest at his funeral, but also never being able to read anything that was said about him in his final eulogy. He died in Houston, Texas on October 14th of 2004, he was 18 year old, and was killed by off-duty, uninformed police officers, whom he was involved in a lawsuit with, and they had been harassing him for years, ticketing him, etc.. until they finally got what they wanted, which was his death. They harassed him so badly, it started driving him crazy, making him extremely paranoid and emotionally unstable (which is exactly where I think they wanted him to be, mentally) so they could catch him in a snare (that they made) in order to cost him something as precious as his own life. And yes, they sure did, shoot him dead, after years of harassment, lawsuits, and cops following him everywhere he went (which was an everyday occurrence, and many of the times, I was with him, witnessing this crap taking place) to make his short life miserable, and they did that admirably. more

Resolved Question: What are your favorites metal/hard rock albums of 2009?Choose in this list.?

Results on http://fr.groups.yahoo.com/group/groupedephantasmagoria/ endgame MEGADETH black clouds and silver linings DREAM THEATER world painted blood SLAYER for whom those the gods detest NILE sonic boom KISS hordes of chaos KREATOR the root of all evil ARCH ENEMY liebe ist fur alle da RAMNSTEIN black gives way to blue ALICE IN CHAINS no sacrifice no victory HAMMERFALL crack the skie MASTODON days of grays SONATA ARTICA design your universe EPICA pray for villains DEVILDRIVER the devil you know HEAVEN AND HELL death magic doom CANDLEMASS into the labyrinth SAXON dominator UDO 16.6 before the devil knows you're dead PRIMAL FEAR babylon WASP polaris STRATOVARIUS addicted DEVIN TOWNSEND PROJECT skeletons in the closet CHILDREN OF BODOM all shall fall IMMORTAL from hell to texas NASHVILLE PUSSY lask look at eden EUROPE american soldier QUEENSRYCHE evangelion BEHEMOTH dark matter dimension SCAR SYMMETRY extreme taste of divinity HYPOCRISY night is a new day KATATONIA a lew SEPULTURA play my game TIM RIPPER OWENS darkest day OBITUARY here waits thy doom 3 INCHES OF BLOOD chickenfoot CHICKENFOOT the high end of low MARYLIN MANSON thunder in the sky MANOWAR winter songs HALFORD time waits for no slaves NAPALM DEATH evisceration plague CANNIBAL CORPSE wrath LAMB OF GOD resurrection macabre PESTILENCE evolution through revolution BRUTAL TRUTH the infection CHIMAIRA hatebreed HATEBREED for the lions HATEBREED k DEVIN TOWNSEND PROJECT killswitch engage KILLSWITCH ENGAGE blood oath SUFFOCATION necropolis VADER massive agressive MUNICIPAL WASTE strange cousins from the west CLUTCH shallow life LACUNA COIL infected nations EVILE wormwood MARDUK faith divides us death unites us PARADISE LOST evolution of chaos HEATHEN insurrection NIGHTMARE the circle BON JOVI satan jokers 2009 SATAN JOKERS fetish x SATAN JOKERS archangel in black ADAGIO terroreign IMPIETY defiance DESTROYER 666 ballad of a hangman GRAVE DIGGER absu ABSU hour of despair SOLITUDE AETURNUS gabriel BELIEVER age of acquarius REVOLUTION RENAISSANCE the visitor UFO saurian exorcism KARL SANDERS revelation of the black flame 1349 carving out the eyes of god GOATWHORE shining VI SHINING musta kai puu HORNA bringer of plague DIVINE HERESY utopia AXXIS deflorate BLACK DAHLIA MURDER descend into depravity DYING FETUS smoke and mirror LYNCH MOB fear no evil DORO walking into nightmare WARBRINGER angelo exuro pro eternae DARK FUNERAL quantos possunt ad satanitatem GORGOROTH deathless THROWDOWN more

Resolved Question: How can the FBI qiuckly and unknowingly release a statement in the Texas deliberate plane crash to declare it?

" not a act of terrorism"? Why are we protecting radical Islam from direct or even indirect blame? Died of Political Correctness will be written on our national obituary notice and on our memorial stone!Johnny Boy! a big Felix Unger award to you! more

Resolved Question: Looking for obituary for friend in Texas?

Robert Fleeman died in 2009 in Texas more

Resolved Question: Free Obituary Search?

Is there anywhere i can search the Texas Obituary's? Tom Green County in particular. more

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Her hair appeared blonde, sometimes white. Her skin was pale— an oddity being that she lived in central Texas. She had long thin legs; her many admirers likened to them to Bambi’s first few moments on the ice—awkward. She looked like one of those starving, coked out models toward the end of their careers. Her name had been Ida, just Ida. She had a last name, but everyone forgets. I remembered she once joked, “Ida sounded easier to scream than Idina Santamaria.” She had been an 18 year-old college student, and now a famous one at that, for she had committed suicide by hanging in her dorm room the week earlier. Everyone on campus whispered her name. All the news stations flashed her picture and the school bought an obituary to commemorate the loss. However, none of news coverage could properly describe the sum of her life: Ida was beautiful. “I saw her from the university’s café on the first day of school,” I said. She rushed, probably to her first class, in short bouncy steps. Her leather knee length skirt squeezed her hips, which caused her to take the small steps, but it still didn’t account for the cartoonish gait—that was all Ida. Her shoulders were pushed back and her chest pushed forward when she turned to face the group of people in the café. I couldn’t tell if she noticed the shock on people’s faces. At the time, I would be surprised if she saw anything. The dark glasses hid most of her face and I hoped, for her sake, the glasses did obstruct her vision because the small crowd did not stare for polite reasons. We thought she looked ridiculous. “…and what did you think, Paul?” Dr. Charles Powell said. “I thought she looked…wonderful,” I said. “Strange, but wonderful,” Ida was not strange in individual parts. The red lipstick, the pink cardigan, the leopard heels, and the perfectly coiffed Monroe hair were all fine, albeit tacky, in small doses. But combined? Well, she must have known she would turn heads. Charlie—I called him Charlie because I knew he hated it—laughed. “Strange?” he asked. “Well, she dressed different. She acted different. She sort of had this attitude that just pissed people off, and trust me; she pissed a whole lot of people off here on campus.” And I think Ida loved to piss people off. She never said so and she never responded seriously to questions about it, but I knew she did this—the clothes, the attitude, the walk— for show. I didn’t hate her like some of the people who said Ida was a fake. She was a fake. She was a fraud, an impostor, a lie. But she strived every day to live up to that lie. more

Resolved Question: Whats youre opinion on my story, im only 15?

They waited at a corner bench of the train station under a shadow covered by the overhead roof. Ally sat in a chair reading The Daily Article, listening to the singing birds that flew by. The day was young, while the train was in sight and rode on by the train tracks. People lined up in front of the train giving their tickets to the ticket holder. Jamie and Ally stayed a pew waiting for the other passengers to go on. “Let’s go honey,” said the husband. They started up the path to the train readying their tickets. Ally carried a rucksack and one suitcase, Jamie comprised himself of only a hiking backpack, with a canteen filled with Dania water. They handed the tickets to the man and got on the train. “Where should we sit?”Ally asked. “How ‘bout over there by the old man and child!” The husband and wife trailed the sits, going through a roar of children. They sat parallel from each other, one facing the other. “Hello there!” the old man said staring at Ally’s eyes. Making sure to keep them locked. He wore a tattered shirt with an oddly colored pair of pants, and a cowboy hat looking wide eyed at her. “Hello, are you headed into to town too?” she felt her side, scraping away the tedious itch. “Yes, yes I am,” he tasted his lips tugging the youngsters shoulder. “This is my grandchild, Edward,” he shone his face to them. “I love candy and popsicles,” the little boy said. He sat on the seat, curling himself into a ball murmuring something. “I’m, bored,” said little Edward holding the rigid seat. The light from outside glistened in through barred window, Jamie looking through it. He was reading the newspaper that Ally read before. The obituaries shone onto him. “Where did you say you were from?” the old man asked with a sudden grin that played on his face. “I never did!” said Ally. “But since you ask, I’m from a small town down south, in Texas.” She looked away and stared at Jamie. It was now 6 o’ clock in the evening, Ally and Jamie were at the bus stop waiting for the number 36 bus. They sat on the bench. Ally read the newspaper again, waiting. The wind blew nicely through their hair, then just when the #36 came and drove up by the bank of the street. The doors opened, they went inside. “It’s him again,” Ally thought. They seated themselves a distance from the old man. This time he didn’t have his grandchild. It was dark with only the street lights on. The old man noticed them coming in. He moved next to Jamie, facing Ally, in a fine manner and adjusting his hat sideways towards his left side. “O what a pleasant surprise!” said the old man grinding his rusted teeth together. She didn’t answer, instead she faced her husband. The old man turned away and padded his dusty pants. He turned back at her and said. “Are you quite alright?”This time she answered. She rolled her eyes following his movements. “Yes,” she said bellowing. She later became aware when she entered the bus, that the old man was in fact her father. “Don’t you know who I am?” said Ally. “No, why you ask?” She readied herself for the confrontation. “I’M YOUR DAUGHTER,” Ally screamed at the top of her lungs. People all around them stared at her. The old man’s eyes became wider with each passing moment. Ally cried, Jamie comforted her. She wiped the grief running down her eyes and crooked her head towards her father and said. “You murdered my mother.” She said “30 years ago when I was a child.” The old man looked at Jamie then back at her, pondering the flash back in his head. “I’m sorry Ally, it was a mistake, I spent almost 50 years in prison suffering from it, and please Ally forgive me, I’m a changed man. He began to tear as well. Jamie stood at the side lines, not getting in the way. “But why did you do it?” Ally said sobbing. “I don’t know.” “Why not?” “I’m old Ally; I can barely remember half the stuff I do.” She kept quiet for a moment, and then reached her stop on 18th Street Avenue. She held the metal pole and got off the bus. She looked back at him through the glass door of the bus still tearing up. She then took 3 steps into the lighted street and lid up a cigarette. It took me about four days to complete it and can it be worthy of being published!? more

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Her hair was blonde, vaguely white. Her skin was pale— an oddity being that she lived in central Texas. She had long thin legs; her many admirers likened to them to Bambi’s first few moments on the ice—awkward. She looked like one of those starving, coked out models toward the end of their careers. Her name was Ida, just Ida. She had a last name, but everyone forgets. I remembered she once joked, “It was easier for adoring fans to scream Ida than Idina Santamaria.” But Ida was not a pop star or model. Ida was an 18 year-old college student, and now, a famous one at that, for she had committed suicide by hanging in her dorm room the week earlier. Everyone on campus whispered her name, all the news stations flashed her picture and an obituary was bought by the school to commemorate the loss. However, none of news coverage could properly describe the sum of her life: Ida was beautiful. “I saw her from the university’s café on the first day of school,” I said. She rushed, probably to her first class, in short bouncy steps. Her leather knee length skirt was tight, which caused her to take the small steps but it still didn’t account for the cartoonish gait—that was all Ida. Her shoulders were pushed back and her chest pushed forward when she turned to face the group of people in the café. I was unsure if she noticed the unsaid gasp on people’s faces. At the time, I would be surprised if she saw anything: her dark glasses hid most of her face and perhaps it was kinder to believe that was true. The small crowd was not shocked for any polite reason. We thought she looked ridiculous. “…and what did you think, Paul?” Dr. Charles Powell said. “I thought she looked…wonderful,” I said. “Strange, but wonderful,” Ida was not strange in individual parts. The red lipstick, the pink cardigan, the leopard heels, and the perfectly coiffed Monroe hair were all fine, albeit tacky, in small doses. But combined? Well, she must have known she would turn heads. Charlie—I called him Charlie because I knew he hated it—laughed. “What was so strange about her?” he said. “Well, she dressed different. She acted different. She sort of had this attitude that just pissed people off, and trust me; she pissed a whole lot of people off here on campus.” And I think that was Ida’s whole shtick. She never said so and she never responded seriously to questions about it, but I knew she did this—the clothes, the attitude, the walk— for show. I didn’t hate her like some of the people who said Ida was a fake. She was a fake. She was a fraud, an impostor, a lie. But she lived everyday to live up to that lie. “Well, time is about up, Paul. I want you to schedule an appointment with my secretary for some time next week. If there are any problem, feel free to call me or drop by the office,” he said. “Any other questions before we leave?” “No, I’m good.” When I left, the sun was setting and the evening was unusually arid. It reminded me of home. Unfortunately, there was no time to pine as I was meeting my two best friends: Tiffany and David. To tell the truth, they were my best friends by default being that they were my only friends. However, I liked them plenty to let them keep their respective titles. We were going to be talking about Ida. In fact, all conversation for the past few weeks seemed to be dominated by her. Even in death, she was endlessly fascinating. Not to minimize the loss—we were all devastated to hear the news—but our collective mourning was short lived as the mystery of why Ida killed herself became center news. And to be honest, we were impressed with the way she, as they say, left the building. Tiffany was brave enough to admit “only Ida can have a biography where her death isn’t the last chapter.” When I climbed up the bleaches, I found Tiff and Dave leaning into each other whispering. I had to stop myself from pointing out the whispers were unnecessary—there was no one around. But since she had died, they had insisted on whispering when we talked about Ida. I remember watching movies where one character seems to be moving in slow motion and every poor shlub would stare with their mouths open. They would think that every head shake or glance was done for their benefit, but the audience knew better. It was strange then, to have found myself a part of this phenomenon at the Café shop when I first saw Ida. Yes, we were all nonplussed by the outlandish costume and the silly walk, but we soon found ourselves staring for other reasons. Granted, Ida wasn’t in slow motion, but she was slow enough. However, I think Tiffany and David never grew out of their “slow motion phase.” Whereas, I recognized how ridiculous the situation and Ida were, they refused to be nothing but loyal. This made it difficult to discuss the reasons why she might have committed suicide as they refused to listen to any attacks on her character. “What are you guys talking about” I asked. David was tall, but awkwarI struggle with this story because i am not sure if a reader is willing to read an entire novel around this one character. The story is about a college student who is asked to choose a person whom to research. He chooses his dead friend and he finds that what he is looking for has been a fantasy and a mirror of his own desires. If course this is a satire on the twilight series; edward being this unfalable angel. I wondered what would happen if i have a character who tries to become this archetype.I believe some are confused about the twilight reference. When i say its a satire, i mean its a satire of the characters in the book being perfect. Its not a spoof and there are no supernatural occurrences! more

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Her hair was blonde, vaguely white. Her skin was pale— an oddity being that she lived in central Texas. She had long thin legs; her many admirers likened to them to Bambi’s first few moments on the ice—awkward. She looked like one of those starving, coked out models toward the end of their careers. Her name was Ida, just Ida. She had a last name, but everyone forgets. I remembered she once joked, “It was easier for adoring fans to scream Ida than Idina Santamaria.” But Ida was not a pop star or model. Ida was an 18 year-old college student, and now, a famous one at that, for she had committed suicide by hanging in her dorm room the week earlier. Everyone on campus whispered her name, all the news stations flashed her picture and an obituary was bought by the school to commemorate the loss. However, none of news coverage could properly describe the sum of her life: Ida was beautiful. “I saw her from the university’s café on the first day of school,” I said. She rushed, probably to her first class, in short bouncy steps. Her leather knee length skirt was tight, which caused her to take the small steps but it still didn’t account for the cartoonish gait—that was all Ida. Her shoulders were pushed back and her chest pushed forward when she turned to face the group of people in the café. I was unsure if she noticed the unsaid gasp on people’s faces. At the time, I would be surprised if she saw anything: her dark glasses hid most of her face and perhaps it was kinder to believe that was true. The small crowd was not shocked for any polite reason. We thought she looked ridiculous. “…and what did you think, Paul?” Dr. Charles Powell said. “I thought she looked…wonderful,” I said. “Strange, but wonderful,” Ida was not strange in individual parts. The red lipstick, the pink cardigan, the leopard heels, and the perfectly coiffed Monroe hair were all fine, albeit tacky, in small doses. But combined? Well, she must have known she would turn heads. Charlie—I called him Charlie because I knew he hated it—laughed. “What was so strange about her?” he said. “Well, she dressed different. She acted different. She sort of had this attitude that just pissed people off, and trust me; she pissed a whole lot of people off here on campus.” And I think that was Ida’s whole shtick. She never said so and she never responded seriously to questions about it, but I knew she did this—the clothes, the attitude, the walk— for show. I didn’t hate her like some of the people who said Ida was a fake. She was a fake. She was a fraud, an impostor, a lie. But she lived everyday to live up to that lie. “Well, time is about up, Paul. I want you to schedule an appointment with my secretary for some time next week. If there are any problem, feel free to call me or drop by the office,” he said. “Any other questions before we leave?” “No, I’m good.” When I left, the sun was setting and the evening was unusually arid. It reminded me of home. Unfortunately, there was no time to pine as I was meeting my two best friends: Tiffany and David. To tell the truth, they were my best friends by default being that they were my only friends. However, I liked them plenty to let them keep their respective titles. We were going to be talking about Ida. In fact, all conversation for the past few weeks seemed to be dominated by her. Even in death, she was endlessly fascinating. Not to minimize the loss—we were all devastated to hear the news—but our collective mourning was short lived as the mystery of why Ida killed herself became center news. And to be honest, we were impressed with the way she, as they say, left the building. Tiffany was brave enough to admit “only Ida can have a biography where her death isn’t the last chapter.” When I climbed up the bleaches, I found Tiff and Dave leaning into each other whispering. I had to stop myself from pointing out the whispers were unnecessary—there was no one around. But since she had died, they had insisted on whispering when we talked about Ida. I remember watching movies where one character seems to be moving in slow motion and every poor shlub would stare with their mouths open. They would think that every head shake or glance was done for their benefit, but the audience knew better. It was strange then, to have found myself a part of this phenomenon at the Café shop when I first saw Ida. Yes, we were all nonplussed by the outlandish costume and the silly walk, but we soon found ourselves staring for other reasons. Granted, Ida wasn’t in slow motion, but she was slow enough. However, I think Tiffany and David never grew out of their “slow motion phase.” Whereas, I recognized how ridiculous the situation and Ida were, they refused to be nothing but loyal. This made it difficult to discuss the reasons why she might have committed suicide as they refused to listen to any attacks on her character. “What are you guys talking about” I asked. David was tall, but awkwardlWhat I plan to happen is Paul, the main character, will be asked in a school assignment to research a person who has effected their lives. He will choose Ida, and in his discovery to learn more about this person, he learns that he was in love with the fantasy, as was everyone who surrounded the girl, and not the person. I believe that archetypes in literature asks its readers to transpose their own humanity to the character. For example when we see read about Edward Cullen, we see the perfect boyfriend.I want to explore what happens to a character when she becomes this real life stereotype for all these people. more

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Her hair was blonde, vaguely white; her skin pale— an oddity being that she lived in central Texas. She had long thin legs; her many admirers likened to them to Bambi’s first few moments on the ice—awkward. She looked like one of those starving, coked out models toward the end of their careers. Her name was Ida, just Ida. She had a last name, but everyone always forgets. I remembered she once joked, “It was easier for adoring fans to scream Ida than Idina Santamaria.” But Ida was not a pop star or model. Ida was an 18 year-old college student, and now, a famous one at that, for she had committed suicide by hanging in her dorm room the week earlier. Everyone on campus whispered her name, all the news stations flashed her picture and an obituary was bought by the school to commemorate the loss. However, none of news coverage could properly describe the sum of her life: Ida was beautiful. “I saw her from the university’s café on the first day of school,” I said. She rushed, probably to her first class, in short bouncy steps. Her leather knee length skirt was tight, which caused her to take the small steps, but it still didn’t account for the cartoonish gait—that was all Ida. Her shoulders were pushed back and her chest pushed forward when she turned to face the group of people in the café. I was unsure if she noticed the unsaid gasp on people’s faces. At the time, I would be surprised if she saw anything: her dark glasses hid most of her face and perhaps it was kinder to believe that was true; the small crowd was not shocked for any polite reason. We thought she looked ridiculous. “…and what did you think, Paul?” Dr. Charles Powell said. “I thought she looked…wonderful,” I said. “Strange, but wonderful,” Ida was not strange in individual parts. The red lipstick, the pink cardigan, the leopard heels, and the perfectly quaffed Monroe hair were all fine, albeit tacky, in small doses. But combined? Well, she must have known she would turn heads. Charlie—I called him Charlie because I knew he hated it—laughed. “What was so strange about her?” he said. “Well, she dressed different. She acted different. She sort of had this attitude that just pissed people off, and trust me; she pissed a whole lot of people off here on campus,” And I think that was Ida’s whole shtick. She never said so and she never responded seriously to questions about it, but I knew she did this—the clothes, the attitude, the walk— for show. I didn’t hate her though like some of the people who said Ida was a fake. She was a fake. She was a fraud, an impostor, a lie. But she lived everyday to live up to that lie.I was sort of inspired yesterday by an interview between a Paris Hilton and was reminded of an author's grumblings about the "perfect girl/guy" archetype presented in popular fiction. I was interested in using this stereotype in a different way by imagining a person aspiring to be what author John Green calls the "manic fairy pixie girl." I'm unconvinced whether or not this subject has legs. What do you think? ***BTW all twilight books contain this horrible cliche in a non-ironic way. more

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