In the spirit of Valentine's Day:

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine ( Read more... )

I have found, through some links, the most hilarious gay conversion site, http://lovegodsway.org. I did not know that Oscar Wilde ever quit being gay! Every literature teacher and professor in America needs to see this ( Read more... )

I thought I might share my holiday bounty with you all.

Music:
Thom Yorke - The Eraser
The Blood Brothers - Crimes
Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation
The Chariot - Everything is Alive, Everything is Breathing...

Books:
Virginia Woolf - The Waves
Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse-Five
Thomas Pynchon - Against the Day
Anthony Burgess -  A Clockwork Orange
Paris: Then ( Read more... )

( Of Human Bondage )

Maybe I downloaded three hours of famous speeches today, maybe I didn't.
Maybe two hours(+) of those were by Malcom X. Maybe not.
Who knows?
But I'm guessing that if I did,
They would be great to listen to.

Today I volunteered at a soup kitchen in Battle Creek. I wish I went there more often. Not many people came in as I have seen before, but that way we were able to serve those people more quickly. A little boy came up to the counter and said "Thank you for the s'ghetti!" I got to talk to a man that spent 15 years in prison and was released two days ( Read more... )

En hiver, je veux croire en la bienveillance d'humanité.
Je suppose qu'il n'existe pas tout le temps,
mais on peut espérer.

I am reading Of Human Bondage for my comparison essay, and I love it. I am engrossed by the main character, Philip, and his process of growing up. The problem is that Philip is so like myself that I am afraid to read on, and ( Read more... )

Descartes was once dressing with care
And was offered a brush for his hair
Descartes shook his head
"I think not" he said
And he disappeared into thin air

Thanks to any/every one who came to the show,  and especially those who supported Nancy ( Read more... )

So every sweet with sour is tempered still,
that maketh it be coveted the more:
for easie things that may be got at will,
most sorts of men doe set but little store.
Why then should I account of little paine,
that endlesse pleasure shall unto me gaine.

Edmund Spenser (1552-1599), sonnet XXVI


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