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Punk Rock Romeo and Juliet: Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen

Born on February 27, 1958, Nancy Spungen had been raised in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Her mother Deborah, in her book And I Don't Want to Live This Life, remembers her daughter as difficult almost from birth. She threw ferocious tantrums that scared her parents and cried more than any child should. She was given her first sedative when she was 3 months old. At age 4, she saw her first psychiatrist. When Nancy was 11, she attacked her mother with a hammer because she wouldn't take her to a museum. Nancy's tantrums grew more violent, and she would "smash rooms to pieces." She was often overheard saying, "I want to die." She first tried drugs at age 13, and two years later she was a heroin addict. Her behavior was so out of control, doctors refused to treat her, and she was finally diagnosed as schizophrenic. By the time she was 17, her parents couldn't take it any longer, and they asked her to leave home.

Nancy Spungen, high school

Nancy's drug use spiraled once she was on her own, and to support her habit she worked as a prostitute. Usually clad in black leather, her wild curls dyed platinum blond, she burst onto the punk scene and managed to offend people who were going out of their way to be offensive. She became known as "Nauseating Nancy," a tag that didn't seem to upset her. According to Pamela Rooke, "She was unbelievably thick-skinned, one of the most unlikable people I've met. Everybody could see through her — except Sid."

Sid Vicious, bad boy, eats hotdog

Soon after they met, Sid and Nancy became inseparable. In an odd codependent way, each provided what the other craved. Besides being enthralled with the sex, Sid found a mother in bossy Nancy, and Nancy found someone who wanted to be bossed. They were made for each other. But eventually their relationship took precedence over everything else in their lives, including the Sex Pistols.

Johnny Rotten

Nancy threatened to become the punk-rock Yoko Ono, managing to infuriate the entire band. Johnny Rotten begged Vicious to dump her, but the only person Sid listened to was Nancy. According to Nils Stevenson, the band's tour manager, Vicious came to "dislike everything — except heroin and Nancy."When they relocated to New York, they chose the Chelsea Hotel because of its reputation as a sanctuary for serious artists and musicians, but the hotel's glory days had long passed, and most of the guests were more interested in getting high than pursuing their muse. Sid and Nancy's stay there had an inauspicious beginning. While in a drug haze, they set the mattress on fire in their original room and had to be moved to Room 100.
It didn't take long for their new room to become a cluttered mess because they kept all their belongings on the floor in Harrods' shopping bags. Their kitten Socks prowled the room, sometimes hiding behind Sid's gold record which sat on the floor propped against the wall. With $10,000 in their pockets, allegedly given to them by manager McLaren before they left for New York, the couple went on a drug holiday, scoring heroin on the streets while developing a taste for the barbiturate Tuinal and Dilaudid, a synthetic morphine.

New time,new feeling

Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring,
In triumph to the world, the youthful spring:
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile: only my love doth lower,
Nor hath the scalding noon-day sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fire-side, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season: only she doth carry
  March in her eyes, in her heart January.

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Perfect Lady

She is beautiful .. Tall, slim .. stylishly dressed .. and make-up matched exactly so looks like a model 21 st century Many envy her, but at the same time bow before her, because they know its superiority over them

winter small happinies...sweet moments of my life...

This morning there was snow during my morning commute. Snow! Though it doesn't officially start until December 21, winter is here. This cold, dark, depressing season totally sucks, but here are 10 things to get us through until March.
For most of the country, winter is a total drag. When the streets aren't freezing and the sun setting at 4:23pm, then you have to shovel your yard or walk around in dirty half-melted slush for a week. It's just a miserable, miserable time. Unlike summer, which is completely delightful, winter is a time when we count the few blessings we have and rely on these crutches to keep us from becoming completely suicidal before the spring thaw. Here are some of my favorites.

Warm Beverages

Nothing gets rid of the chill like a mug full of coffee or hot tea, and nothing satisfies your sweet tooth like a big ol' hot chocolate (with whipped cream, hold the marshmallows, please). Oh, and don't forget about hot toddies, Irish coffees, spiked apple cider, mulled wine, and all those boozy concoctions. We'll have another, please!

Layers

Warmer weather is great, but because you are wearing so little there are only so many ways you can express yourself through your wardrobe. Not true in winter. You get to wear sweaters over your shirts, tights over your legs, and boots over your tights! There are jackets and vests and hoods. There are cardigans and turtlenecks and shawls and ponchos! Pile it all on. These heavy items spend half of the year taking up more than half of your closet. You better put them to good use.

Snow Days

Snow, itself, is really annoying. Sure, it's nice and pretty when it's falling down and blanketing everything, but it quickly becomes brown, disgusting, and annoying to remove and/or walk around in. But, there is nothing as glorious as getting an unexpected vacation day due to inclement weather. Even if you have to go into work, if the flakes are falling, people are flaking off at the office, fueled by some atavistic enthusiasm about what is happening in the sky. Enjoy it people, because no matter how hot it gets, you still have to go in.

Movie Season

Nothing against big-budget action films, but for the discerning movie goer, winter is the real best time of the year. Not only do you get a handful of the best studio pics—think Tron and last year's Avatar—but all the arty movies that are up for Oscar contention as well. Right now you can see Black Swan and The King's Speech, and pretty soon we'll be trying to sneak into Blue Valentine, The Fighter, Rabbit Hole, True Grit, and a ton of others. So while Pirates of the Caribbean 18: The Scullery's Scourage, Transformers 8: This Time It's Impersonal, and Men in Black 3: Will Smith's Kids Can't Make All the Money may make your July 4th jam, I'd rather pass the popcorn in December.

Soup

Chicken, split pea, minestrone, chicken noodle, Italian wedding, vegetable, cream of mushroom, tomato (with grilled cheese), cream of broccoli, chicken and stars, chicken with rice, matzo ball. Mmmmm...

Accessories

Layers are one thing, but who doesn't love a good accessory? Sure, summer has the coolest unisex accessory of all, sunglasses, but winter has hats, gloves, scarfs, boots, leg warmers, mittens—the list is endless. And you can't get called out for wearing too many and being overdressed, because not only are they fashionable, but they are necessary. Don't take one off before you leave the house, put two on!

Sledding

This is the only thing that snow is good for and if you haven't been sledding in the last few years, you're missing out on the greatest wintertime activity. Skiing is too expensive, snowboarding too complicated, curling too Canadian, snowshoeing too ridiculous, ice fishing too Palin, and ice skating too ankle breaky. All you need for sledding is a hill and something slick. Sure a real sled (or tube or toboggan) helps, but you can get by with a garbage can lid or something stupid like that. Climb up the hill and race down. Do it repeatedly until your toes are cold or someone gets hurt and has to be rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Either way, that is a beautiful day.

Fires

Not the kind on your house, but the kind in your house. Sure a space heater is nice, but there is nothing like the radiating heat and light from a real fire right there in your living room. It's so primordial, so Promethean. It's like we have conquered nature and now are exhibiting it in our own little brick gallery right there under the mantle. What a wonderful feeling to get so hot you have to move away from the fire. Ah, the hearth! Also, if you are rich/lucky enough to have a fire place, we hate you.

Warm Weather Vacations

I know we're trying to celebrate the coldest month of the year right now, but in all honesty, the best thing about it is when you get to leave it for a brief spell. Hello, Miami, Arizona, and Mexico, please welcome us in your ample, steamy bosom. Hello entire Southern Hemisphere, that is currently enjoying summer. Please share some of your tourist destinations with us? Thank you! In the summer you don't really appreciate how nice it is to lie out in the elements with next to nothing on, but when you've been robbed of that joy for months, it is not only amazing but reinvigorating. Sadly you'll have to put on a coat before you get on your return flight, but it's looking forward to and subsequently remembering those few days in your bikini that will keep you from putting a shotgun to your head when the thermometer hits 20 below.

By Brian Moylan

What is love?

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
- Woody Allen,

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania."
- Dorothy Parker

"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." - Nicholas Sparks