Thursday, May 10, 2007
Cowboys and the End of the World
Loved the first season of Deadwood! At first I was worried that it was gonna be way too voilent and dark for me to handle, but I ended up loving it. The lady who plays Calamity Jane is marvelous.
In other randomness, here's a poem I like:
Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through fields under their umbrellas
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world there will be,
No other end of the world there will be.
Don't forget to put a bag of canned goods next to your mail box or slot on Saturday morning. Letter carriers are picking them up for the local food banks and pantries. Easy and a good cause - you don't get that very often!
In other randomness, here's a poem I like:
Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through fields under their umbrellas
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world there will be,
No other end of the world there will be.
Don't forget to put a bag of canned goods next to your mail box or slot on Saturday morning. Letter carriers are picking them up for the local food banks and pantries. Easy and a good cause - you don't get that very often!
Pretty Things I Want
I need pretty clothes. These would do!
This sweater.
This sweater.
This great jacket.
The two above pieces were found at EmilyStyle. Great blog!
And this dress I just wandered into. Really fun!
Monday, May 7, 2007
Yes Please!
Added to my ever-growing wish list is this dress:
I've had a major jones for retro dresses lately. This one would be perfect!
Found via the always amazing fasshonaburu.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Cool!
Copying the Incredible Miss Jamie
Monday, April 30, 2007
Your brother is a blister
I love this song:
Tapes n' Tapes - Insistor
Says the girl with no freaking clue on how to embed this in her post. (I'll figure it out one of these days).
Tapes n' Tapes - Insistor
Says the girl with no freaking clue on how to embed this in her post. (I'll figure it out one of these days).
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