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Room Darkening Drape

room darkening drape
  • blackening: changing to a darker color
  • (of an unpleasant event or state of affairs) Cast a shadow over something; spoil
  • becoming dark or darker as from waning light or clouding over; "the darkening sky"
  • (darken) tarnish or stain; "a scandal that darkened the family's good name"
  • Make or become dark or darker
  • Make or become gloomy, angry, or unhappy
  • arrange in a particular way; "drape a cloth"
  • curtain: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
  • Adorn, cover, or wrap (someone or something) loosely with folds of cloth
  • Let (oneself or a part of one's body) rest somewhere in a casual or relaxed way
  • place casually; "The cat draped herself on the sofa"
  • Arrange (cloth or clothing) loosely or casually on or around something
  • space for movement; "room to pass"; "make way for"; "hardly enough elbow room to turn around"
  • Space that can be occupied or where something can be done, esp. viewed in terms of whether there is enough
  • Opportunity or scope for something to happen or be done, esp. without causing trouble or damage
  • an area within a building enclosed by walls and floor and ceiling; "the rooms were very small but they had a nice view"
  • A part or division of a building enclosed by walls, floor, and ceiling
  • board: live and take one's meals at or in; "she rooms in an old boarding house"
room darkening drape - Eclipse Twill
Eclipse Twill 52-Inch by 84-Inch Thermaweave Blackout Panel, Raspberry
Eclipse Twill 52-Inch by 84-Inch Thermaweave Blackout Panel, Raspberry
Experience the darkness, silence, and beauty of Eclipse curtains. Eclipse ultra-fashionable blackout panels have been laboratory-tested to block out over 99% of outside light and reduce unwanted noise for a better night's sleep. The innovative design of these curtains also makes them energy-efficient by helping to conserve heat and keeping unwanted cold air out, without comprising your style. Whether you are looking to enhance your existing decor or going for a complete room makeover, Eclipse curtains give you the versatility and style you need to decorate any room in your home. Hang them in your living room for better TV viewing or in the nursery or kid's room to keep out unwanted noise and light. Use two window panels on a standard or decorative rod for optimal coverage. Rods sold separately. 100% Polyester. Machine wash, tumble dry, do not bleach. Imported.

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Color Snapshot: Tim Pollard On The Illinois River
Color Snapshot: Tim Pollard On The Illinois River
That's the "Ill-uh-noise," in case you were wondering, and it's in Oklahoma. It's as flat as the proverbial flour tortilla, with barely a riffle throughout its floatable length. It's a party river. Tim's kind of a party boy. He knows how to have a good time, without spending a lot of money. Tim more or less runs the English Department at the University of Arkansas. Well, Dr. Leo Van Sycoc runs the English Department at the University of Arkansas, but Tim (and Joe Childers, I think) are the indispensable assistants. Of course, Dr. Van Sycoc is not the Department Head---that's Dr. Kimpel, who's smart enough for twenty people, but Dr. Kimpel is smart enough to delagate authority to exactly the right extent. When there's a problem (oh, say, one of the graduate assistants drinks the punch at the Sigma Nu Sadie Hawkins dance that's spiked with acid, and absconds to Hot Springs for the rest of month of April (the month of the race meet) and then, when he finally makes it back to campus, goes off his lithium and runs raving through his rent house, stark naked, munching on broken window glass) Dr. Van Sycoc would handle the problem with a mixture of firmness and compassion, and Dr. Kimpel would smile down benevolently. Dr. Van Sycoc was like Father Flanigan, and Dr. Kimpel was like Father Flanigan squared. Notice the grapes in Tim's multi-tasking hand (though the word multi-tasking would only come later). Metaphorically-speaking, the grapes link Tim to Caravaggio's Bacchus, the young hedonist dedicated to the life of the senses. That summer Tim took his canoe over to the Illinois and stayed on the river for six weeks. He'd put in up at the top of the float and take four or five lazy days to make his way down, and then he'd pull out and someone would ferry him back to the top and he'd start over again. He had his fishing rod and his bedroll. Maybe he had a tent. I suppose people gave him stuff to eat and beer to drink. I remember he said he found enough illegal substances floating in the river from overturned canoes to keep himself entertained. If he came across a group camping on a gravel bar, he would pull up and mosey over and say a few words and soon enough it would be like he had always been there. I remember that night (could it really have been the night of this photograph?) we'd made our camp and had our dinner and we were all sitting on the river bank in the humid, unstirring, insect-crowded dark. We had all consumed a sufficiency, shall we say. Tim had his fishing rod out and was casting aimlessly. it was dark except for the campfire, and then all of a sudden we noticed a light coming up the river. There were a couple of local good-ole-boys in the boat, doing whatever good-ole-boys do on the river at night, gigging for frogs, setting trot lines. As they got nearer the garish light from their propane Coleman lantern threw everything into relief, making the river and trees seem like a huge room in the forest. "Having any luck?" one of the good-ole-boys called over to Tim, and Tim said something like they weren't biting much for him. And the fellow laughed and said, "Well, it might help if you got your line in the water," and now by the light of the lantern we could all see Tim's line, draped over a wire than ran diagonally across the river, and his lure, hanging four feet out of the water. Of course we all laughed. Tim would have laughed longest. Tim had a girl with him on that trip. I was with Susan, and I kind of think she's in the trailing canoe in this photograph. There may even be a third canoe way in the back. Anyway, like I said, Tim was with a girl for the weekend. She probably came over from Fayetteville with our group for the weekend and hooked up with Tim. I mean, she knew he was there and was with him for the weekend. She was a poet, a little petite girl (and Tim was a short wiry fellow), maybe an Italian-American, like a Gina---I can't remember her name. She had a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend, a boyfriend everybody knew about, but the boyfriend had a wife and children and everybody liked the wife (and everybody liked the serious boyfriend too---he was another poet, and poets had messy love lifes, like that). So Gina came over for the weekend and she and Tim were a couple on the river, as they were off-and-on, I suppose, for the hell of it. And it was the next day, Sunday, the day when we were going to get off the river. We set off in the morning not really trying to get anywhere in a hurry, on yet another hot muggy eastern Oklahoma day. And as the morning wore on the sky began to darken and the clouds bunched up and grey became black and the skies opened up with a torrential, cataclysmic downpour, thunder and lightening and the whole twenty-nine yards. All we could do was pull up on a sand bar and huddle together, waiting it out, hoping for the best. I had this rain poncho. It wasn't really waterproof, but I guess
The Abortionist
The Abortionist
A short story that I wrote in my language class when we were supposed to be reading...opps-oh well! Very basic picture but I think it serves the story well enough. He lurks in the shadows of your bedroom. Watches, as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. His hat hides his demon eyes. The soft gray smoke is mesmerizing; drawing attention to it’s movements. It flutters around his face, pulling your attention to his full lips. His straight nose, his chiseled cheeks, it traces his black top-hat. The smoke dances around the room, twisting and turning gracefully. The smoke caresses your face gently; your mind empties as you are filled with the musty, contaminated air. The deadly gas suffocates your stomach, drawing it in until it feels empty. No longer a home, a haven, but a hell. In a sudden gust the smoke let’s go and you fall to the ground doubled over in pain. You look up, with pleading eyes back to the silhouette of the man. He smiles coyly and saunters over confidently. He brands you with a soft kiss on your cheek as he crouches beside you. His kiss burns your cheek and triggers silent tears that slip from your eyes. His silhouette stands up once more. As he begins to raise his arms, the silhouettes of two small children in draping white gowns appear next to him, staring at you with accusatory eyes. A third girl, much smaller than the other two, appears and doesn’t even give you any recognition. She holds in her hands a pale infant. Nodding, the man takes the newborn and holds her out for you to take. You look up at him first, unsure what to think of his gesture. You look down to the infant. So fragile and helpless with gorgeous, pleading, acidic green eyes so large they look disproportional to her face. You look to him once more to be sure that he hasn’t changed his mind. Slowly, you reach for the baby with shaking arms. As you are about to grab her all of the silhouettes disappear, and you are left once again, alone in the nursery. The air is still musty but through your blurred vision, you see the room around you and it seems to have aged, to darkened.

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