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someone said my shoes were nice today. i said thanks and he asked do i have many? i said what is many, because for example imelda marcos is many. he said twenty? i said perhaps close to twenty, but also most of them are really cheap, i don't have a roomful of shoes or anything like that. he said when he lived in mexico, he once met a woman with a roomful of shoes. he was in this woman's house because he was negotiating to have twenty frida kahlo paintings for a show. the woman with the roomful of shoes was the executor of frida kahlo's estate. she was close to eighty. she had an inch of make up on her face. she hated frida kahlo. why, i wanted to know, did she hate frida kahlo. he said it was because the woman with the roomful of shoes had been one of diego riviera's lovers. i could see how that made perfect sense. how owning the estate of frida kahlo was not just adding tinsel to her crown, but a victory most decisive. if she couldn't have diego's heart whole, why, she could own frida's pain. even profit from it, but that was probably really besides the point. who's your daddy now. how many times over can an oil painting outlast what we still have the cheek to call love. he said when the show opened, she went around declaring every other frida kahlo piece on show that wasn't from her estate a fake. he said that she'd framed frida kahlo's work in what they used to call taiwanese frames, which in 1989 meant they were cheap frames. in 1989, i was two, i said. he laughed and said, you'd have to be carried, and he made of his arms a cradle. i would have, i said. this might be a little perverse, i said, but don't you think the whole thing was also very romantic? yes, it was, he said. things like that don't happen this way anymore, do they, i said. no, he said, they probably don't, not this way.
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Opalized belemnites (fossilized cephalopods which resembled squids) from Australia (by Keys Minerals)
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eyes on the prize, please.
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I'll be the Persephone to your Hades any day, I wouldn't give a fuck what my mother Demeter thinks, you wouldn't have to trick me with pomegranates, why would I not want to rule the Underworld with you ?
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Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.
Blood on the Snow, Rebecca Belmore
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