February 2010
13 posts
January 2010
14 posts
I have decided to begin blogging each day about the recipes I explore. That is all.
“When you love someone you open yourself up to suffering… That’s the...”
I can fly
but I want his wings
“Ring the bells that can still ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a...”
What is it about Joss Whedon’s shows that make me constantly yell things? I’ll miss you Dollhouse.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Sailing to Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations - at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry...
