Yes, I know, another one. It seems as soon as I have something steady in one department, another never fails to destabilize ( Read more... )

I think of myself, alone,
And I think of myself with you -
Both are beautiful.

Almost four years ago now, I read a speech made by Charlton Heston (for whomever knows who he is anymore) to students at Harvard. When I read the speech then, a lot of my feelings were put into better words by him (or possibly by his speech editors). Either way, I read it again - to see if the words still struck the same chord. I still love the ( Read more... )

We danced in my bedroom during the afternoon.

I am convinced that even the deer in my neighborhood are snobs! I swear ( Read more... )

The truly evil professor is
The one who is completely removed
From both reality and his students,
Then claims to be a champion of
Professors who assess their students' needs
And compel other professors, who are, of course,
Completely unaware of their students' needs.

Oh, give me a break...

I didn't know how much the smell of urine bothered me ( Read more... )

There are tons of deer in my neighborhood, tons. It amazes me how many thrive in our little developed area (ok, we are truly on the border of woods). I think they get a personal kick out of destroying everyone's tulips. But, they continue to be quite at ease living amongst us ( Read more... )

he makes me smile when I sleep.

I don't want to rush again.
I have found that keeping secrets
Can be better than displaying
All of the inner workings -
The tics, what makes it go 'round.
Afterall, there is plenty of time
Before my heart tocks it last beat.