Pictures taken with my blackberry of my back yard through the living room window this morning. We had 12.5 inches of snow, an all time record for 24 hours.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Your First Amendment in action!
More examples follow...
Go Morans!
Grandma got run over by an oriental...
(Actually, I'd be tempted to think this was a joke, if they didn't look so damned sincere)
Whatever!
Serosly!
No pubic option for this lady.
At last, a reasoned argument!
... and I'm watching you too, cider!
This guy's hard to argue with.
I'm pretty sure God doesn't hate anyone...
I, on the other hand... oh yeah!
So all you "good people" better watch out!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
and in the end...
... is equal to the love ...
... you make.
This rang true the first time I heard it, and, as the end approaches, makes even more sense today.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Where Dead Voices Gather
"And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlessly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it.
That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Moon's a Harsh Mistress
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Jimmy Webb - The Moon's A Harsh Mistress
See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
Yes, I did, and I -- I tripped and I missed my star
God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone
And the moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own.
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
Yes, I did, and I -- I tripped and I missed my star
God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone
And the moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own.
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