This one's my favorite


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 I've never been much of a Daniel Craig fan, but I'm liking him more and more after seeing this . . .

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 When you see this, post a poem in your Journal . . . .

A not-so-well-known poem: "Secrecy Protested" by Thomas Carew

FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal 
Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; 
No eye shall see, nor yet the sun 
Descry, what thou and I have done.
No ear shall hear our love, but we 
Silent as the night will be ;
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An Ode: To Snow and Bread and Ten and such
( A photo of fresh-baked bread and more, under the cut.... )

The flurry of postings seems to have quieted, just as I have returned home from end-of-the-break travels to see family.  I watched the episode right away and tried to keep up with other people's posts, but have had no time until now to sit and write about it myself.  But still, even at this relatively late date, I find myself wanting to process ( Read more... )

Well, I say early, but it's been a few days, hasn't it?  Early for me, the slowly delurking lurker, then.

( Is it possible for Hamlet to have spoilers at this point? Well, to be safe, I'm putting it under the cut. )

It's an embarrassment of riches, isn't it? Or, a kind of torture. So much DT coming up in the next week, and so little time to watch. Because I've got three little boys, my tv watching time will be a bit limited, so I've been trying to decide which to watch first: the Christmas special or Hamlet.
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I always swear I won't get stressed out by the holidays . . . and then I always do. It's a combination of things, really. The semester coming to an end, planning gifts and activities for kids, trying to tidy up the house for guests, and just generally wanting to accomplish more than I can. Tonight I'm up trying to finish (or at least make ( Read more... )