cast party. cool beans.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
07-23-09
Souls And Rain-Drops by Sidney Lanier
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
07-21-09
Have you ever been mesmerized by the dancing blades of grass?
Have you ever been blown away by a gentle breeze?
Have you ever been lulled by the chirping of birds?
Have you ever been soothed by the nature we so take for granted?
Monday, July 20, 2009
07-20-09
Sometimes one needs a bit of beauty in order to find the desire to rise out of bed in the morning....
07-17-09
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
07-16-09
"The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool. "~Almost Famous~
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
07-11-09
You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
when skies are gray.
You'll never know dear
how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
07-09-09
What could make Chinese food better, you ask?
That's right, sumo wrestlers on chopsticks, my friend.
That's right, sumo wrestlers on chopsticks, my friend.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
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