I could attempt to take twenty-six or so symbols that all look slightly different, shape them into words that somewhat resemble the English language, format them into sentences that might seem to tell an almost cohesive storyline - and to make a long story a little shorter, I might end up with a long entry about the beyond amazing experiences at ( Read more... )

{Warning: The following entry is based on strong devotion to The West Wing, and a girl's young love. Be not alarmed at her insanity - and if you know her at all, I'm sure most of you won't be a bit surprised.}

The man of my deepest swoon, 'girliest' giggle, fastest beatings, loudest laugh, and greatest vivacity was shot last night. Yes, I've been ( Read more... )

Philosophical hour begins at promptly 4 o'clock on July 3rd. Looking out at the children on the beach with their sparklers, their little bodies shimmering from cold sea water, friends sharing drinks and laughing perhaps too loud for the public opinion that no one cared to listen to, couples holding hands staring at the fireworks, and families ( Read more... )

Obtained a lust for West Wing LJ icons today... another thing to add to the obsessions list. Absolutely fantabulous (great word. not real. still great.)! Thoroughly enjoying my Damien Rice/Dispatch CD made by the lovely Christine and Mr. Michael Buble, courtesy of Liz -- thanks to both of you splendid ladies. The effects of my West Wing icon hunt ( Read more... )

1.

We’ve left the shore somehow

become the friends

of early theory

close enough to speak

desire and pain of absence

of mistakes we’d make

given the chance.

Each smile returned

makes harder avoiding

dreams that see us

lying in early evening

curtain shadows, skin

safe against skin.

Bloom of compassion

respect for moments

eyes lock turns

forever ( Read more... )

I’m waiting for your

signal fire. I’m counting

how many days it’s been.

The geese are flying westward

because

the wind is being a control freak and

because

I agreed it’s best to be unconventional.

My head is turning red from this handstand and I don’t even think you looked yet.

What free vacation did you win?

Where have you been?

The ( Read more... )

Have you ever stared into the technicolor of a TV set after a movie, just watching, but not looking at the credits? Today was not the first time, but it will be counted among the times. Although perhaps not as deserving as the other movies in this new stare category, Mona Lisa Smile seduced me to get on that time machine project of mine. Sure, ( Read more... )

Well, there's nothing for it; I have Wrye for American Literature next year. I missed Williams long before this, but now I may tear. This news is horrific; but there is nothing to be done.

I've heard stories...Never leaves any survivors.

No survivors? Then where do the stories come from I wonder.

Prayers for the class of two thousand and six, ( Read more... )

Yay, new layout. Green. Breathe it in. Ah. Beautiful dahling, just beautiful.

I've taken to foreign language music. Oceano, Green Island Serenade, La Liama, La Reve Rouge, (yes, I am counting Lord of the Rings -- what, its Elvish!) The Grey Havens, The End of All Things, Breath of Life, Lothlorien - I could go on, but the point has been made I ( Read more... )

Ain't got nothing but love babe
         It is a must to want to hug whoever stretches out the 'ain't' like that(...John?)... Not a big enough fan to know the different voices and match them with faces yet, but we are getting there.

This song makes me really happy. I just want to say, 'YAY' all the time when I hear this song... although, that would ( Read more... )