Saturday, December 27, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
I'm not feeling very poetic...
Angry young men high on ignorance
Ignorance is the parent of fear . . .
At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.
. . . because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Better late than never... hmm steps
Monday, December 8, 2008
Your city's a sucker
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