Saturday, March 31, 2012

First Swim of the Season

Jeffrey watches another tennis ball float by in the current.
After swimming and cleaning off in the spring, Jeffrey must then have a mud bath.
Lesbionic keys. I've noticed several people eyeing the keys, but nobody has commented on that lovely picture of a girl with a heart sticker on it.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

The Nature Reunion

A few quotes from biophilia research:

Each new year is a surprise to use.
We find that we had virtually forgotten the note of each bird,
and when we hear it again, it is remembered like a dream,
reminding us of a previous state of existence...
The voice of nature is always encouraging
- Henry David Thoreau

It is not half so important to know as to feel when introducing a young child to the natural world. - Rachel Carson

A child said What is the grass? fetching
it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not
know what it is any more than he.
- Walt Whitman

What is the extinction of a condor to a child who has never seen a wren?
- Rober Michael Pyle


Thursday, March 22, 2012

How I Yarn For A Crocheted Halter




Can you guess which of these two tops I want? How about the one that is NOT in the shape of Miss Kitty's perfect bowling pin pear body, the one that does NOT leave half a breast exposed to the elements of nature while the rest of the chest and collar bone stay warm under the thick alpaca yarn, or the one that does NOT remind me of the black velvet choker I thought was cool in 6th grade. Can you guess which one I'm thinking of?

Monday, March 19, 2012

Ozymandias

I just re-discovered this poem. I originally studied it my senior year in high school, and remember enjoying it but not the way I am right now. It's the epigraph at the beginning of Cadillac Desert, which I just started.


Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percey Bysshe Shelley

Friday, March 16, 2012

Young Man in America

This is from Anais's facebook page. That's the back of my head on the far left, Michelle in the middle, and Ashleigh's big head on the right. Anais looks so tiny up there. She also looked tiny while I was stood next to her for half an hour. AND her husband is soooooo good lookin' in real life!