Dirge without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

minty fresh!

ahhhh! yum. these are the best mints in the world.

Idea

Tell me if this is weird. well, i know its weird, so don't. nevermind.

nosePod.

its like an ipod for your nose. you can download smells from the nosePod website and you just walk around and for example if you're in someone's house and there is mildew or pets or stinky fish or something, you just stick on the nosePod and set it to grassy knoll! and yes, it is invisible, you don't have a gigantic thing just sittin on your nose, that would be weird.

i think i'd have "fresh dirt" cause it smells grreat, "clean laundry", "wet freshly mowed grass" "my favorite soap" (papaya... its from kroger and its really cheap and it smells really good) and "orchard" ... what about you?

Gnocchicism

Thinking about Gnosticism makes me hungry. For pasta.

Mmmm... Gnocchi.

hyperventilating

please, please, PLEEEEAASSE...

can i just hide under the covers until this week is over?


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a welcome addition

and now to introduce a new and welcome addition to my foresty family.


he arrived by post a few days ago.


meet...




Percival "Percy" Eugene Worthington, II.


he hopes you will be his friend.

according to Percy, he was named after Sir Percival, one of the knights of the round table. (his legend tells that he was raised in the forest, unconscious of the existence of any humans other than himself and his mother, until one day King Arthur and his knights rode by and young Percival knew that he was destined to find the grail.) Percy has lots of friends, and he loves to garden. He is especially fond of his linum rubrum.

I decided to take some pictures of Percival and Cecil. it seemed like a good thing to do, so we went a'walking. They walked in the garden...

swung (swang? swanged? swong?) on the swing...






...and a good time was had by all.

silly old gordon fell in a ditch!

the other night i sat in my room, in my regular clothes, doing homework for hours... with a green polka dot showercap on my head.

and i wasn't even planning on showering later! i'm really not sure why i put it on to begin with. the thing is, i knew it was there, it wasn't like i just forgot i had it on... i just forgot that it wasn't normal to wear a showercap whilst studying.

council to the overzealous

dear overzealous friends,

one of these days you may feel tempted while out running to push a little harder, go a few extra miles, go up a few extra hills - well, ok, you may be tempted to push a lot harder. my advice is to take out that temptation and drown it, then burn it, then gather up the remaining ashes and burn them. and then put them in snack-sized ziplock bags, put your snack bags in a treasure chest which is chained to an anvil, and drop it into the middle of the most unknown ocean you can find. after this you may even want to gather up every map which could lead someone to that ocean and shred them. and then destroy google maps. you get the general idea. from whence springs this knowledge of mine? yesterday i decided i would run twice as far as i usually do, and today my legs hurt so much that concentration on anything but the strange sensation that my muscles have a mind of their own, and that mind is bent on my destruction is impossible. even the slightest motion is oowwww! yeoowww.

so heed my advice, fair innocent overzealous friends. and as to my prescribed methods for destroying that temptation, be creative. if you have alternate ideas for how to destroy it, please do tell me. you never know, your comment could save legs all over the world.

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

- from Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There