Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I...
Sleeping In The Forest
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the...
this movie... is stunning
Ok, so upon watching this a second time, I realized that the Martin Scorsese movie Shutter Island had a surprising amount of terrible graphics (I didn’t notice at all in the theater because I was too busy geeking). Luckily, this does not change the fact that the plot-line is intriguing, and the themes behind it all are so unbelievably beautiful and tragic, in a very heart-wrenching...
Shine on, O moon of summer. Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, All silver under your rain to-night. An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion. A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month; to-night they are throwing you kisses. An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a cherry tree in his back yard. ...
No man is an island unto himself.– John Donne
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved...
Pull the string, and it will follow wherever you wish. Push it, and it will go...– Dwight D. Eisenhower
Love Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
Freedom lies in being bold.– Robert Frost
delightfully tacky, yet unrefined
me: there are so many things wrong with that slogan grammatically. first of all, there should be no period at the end because it is *not*, in fact, a sentence. it is a fragment. also, the word 'yet' is used to unite two seemingly conflicting adjectives in a phrase, or clauses in a sentence. tacky and unrefined are relative synonyms in this context, so the yet is not being properly used. instead, the comma should be done away with and 'yet' should become 'and'.
Deni: these are all good points, but something tells me the Hooter's Creative Team is not concerned with these things, and i doubt the customers are either. i'm imagining a bunch of ricky bobby-esque guys around a conference table... they probably thought it was a great idea.
me: of course, the other option is that they are bunch of geniuses who are trying to imitate the poor grammatical skills of their target customer group, and therefore make the slogan seem familiar and friendly...
Deni: the customers probably think that delightfully is an intelligent word. it does, after all have more than three syllables.
me: ah yes, everyone knows it's a rule that all words with four or more syllables are intelligent by default. even snickerdoodle.
Deni: yes. snickerdoodle. do i sound smart?
things that make me happy
classical music and opera sincere compliments singing choir :D Jane Austen coffeeeeee my ipod being a nerd good hair days gardens in bloom English accents designing tattoos drinking tea watercolors getting a 98% on the evil research paper singing in the shower taking pictures of anything and everything doodling with sharpies psychedelic music sunny and 48 degrees in...
my favorite scents
They say your sense of smell is the one that triggers the most memories, and I’ve certainly come to realize this is true. Here are some of my favorite smells, all of which bring lots to mind… freshly ground or brewing coffee henna that other plant… honeysuckle that fall smell whose actual origin is a mystery… is it dead leaves? potting soil the world both before and...