Linky Links
If I dig a very deep hole, where will I come out?
More mapping fun here.
Answers to your cat's questions
Feeling blue? Enjoy a cuteness chaser or three:
- Cute Overload
- Cats in Sinks
- Adorablog
Store Wars (thanks Michael!)
*****
My friend Moira recently sent a clever little package:"Bar Napkin Sonnets"--poetry printed on cocktail napkin-like paper. Here's a photo so you can see what I'm describing:
She's an incredibly literate poet and never ceases to amaze me with her language. Here's one of my favorites:
(Though poets lie in service of the truth
and fiction's simply truth tricked out in lies,
what do I tell my students, whose sweet youth
does not allow for gritty subtleties?
That I commit the crimes of one still young
And too immortal to obey what's best
For organs such as liver, heart and tongue?
I keep my wild-hair story-box suppressed
(I love my kids) and though I feel unjust
I hope they'll understand me when they're old
Enough to see that love's a blinding trust
That lives, or doesn't, once the lie's been told.
Therefore I lie to them, so I can be
A part of them, yet hold on to me.)
*****
After five years, I'm changing my workday from four ten-hour days per week with Wednesdays off to a regular five-day week. This is my last non-workin' Wednesday and I'm hoping I won't regret the schedule change. I'm thinking I'll get more sleep, and I end up working at least part of the day anyway, so what kind of a day off is that? This also indicates my faith in M not going back to the Hell that Is Car Sales, where weekend work is part of the deal. Wonder if it will affect my blogging habits?
1 Comments:
Ok, you know me, poetry shmoetry, but that poem, well how do I say it without sounding like a cliched wanna be?
It spoke to me (was it the kids that did it?):
I lie to them, so I can be/A part of them, yet hold on to me
Moira, wow ... I think I felt a shift there ...
Post a Comment
<< Home