Please, oh Tangled One, protect me from believing I know that which I do not know. (P.S. And prevent me from pretending to others that I know what I do not know. Shoot me if you must.)
Thank you.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Just In Time For The Holidays
Labels:
Depression,
Humor,
The Onion,
Video
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Oh, The Humanity
A guy makes an art blog out of Google street view shots. A bit heavy on street whores and Segways, but that's kinda cute, too, in'nt?
For an alternative take:
For an alternative take:
Monday, November 15, 2010
Revenge
is a dish best served cold, as this is a day best spent indoors.
Me: Is that a false equivalency?
My Brain: I think so.
M:Thanks
MB:Any time
Me: Is that a false equivalency?
My Brain: I think so.
M:Thanks
MB:Any time
Labels:
Random Thought
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Quote O' Teh Day
"Willow, no boys, go upstairs."
Bwahahaha!
Sarah Palin, on her new Discovery Channel Show
Bwahahaha!
Sarah Palin, on her new Discovery Channel Show
Labels:
Quote O' Teh Day,
Sarah Palin
Buck Up
Continuities
by Walt Whitman
(From a talk I had lately with a German spiritualist)
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
by Walt Whitman
(From a talk I had lately with a German spiritualist)
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
Labels:
Poetry
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