| ~*~ Rose-Colored Glosses ~*~ hovering between the quest for absolute truth and the pursuit of utter nonsense |
gloss, n.
|
| * Archives * | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| March 2003 | ||||
| April 2003 | ||||
| August 2003 | ||||
| September 2003 | ||||
| October 2003 | ||||
| November 2003 | ||||
| December 2003 | ||||
| January 2004 | ||||
| February 2004 | ||||
| March 2004 | ||||
| April 2004 | ||||
| May 2004 | ||||
| June 2004 | ||||
| July 2004 | ||||
| January 2005 | ||||
| February 2005 | ||||
| March 2005 | ||||
| April 2005 | ||||
| May 2005 | ||||
| July 2005 | ||||
| August 2005 | ||||
| September 2005 | ||||
| November 2005 | ||||
| December 2005 | ||||
| March 2006 | ||||
| April 2006 | ||||
| May 2006 | ||||
| June 2006 | ||||
| August 2006 | ||||
| September 2006 | ||||
| December 2006 | ||||
| January 2007 | ||||
| December 2007 | ||||
| January 2008 | ||||
| February 2008 | ||||
| April 2008 | ||||
| May 2008 | ||||
| July 2008 | ||||
| August 2008 | ||||
| September 2008 | ||||
| November 2008 | ||||
| February 2009 | ||||
| March 2009 | ||||
| February 2012 | ||||
| * Stuff I Read * | ||||
| Bioethics Blog | ||||
| Poor Mojo's Newswire | ||||
| Balashon | ||||
| Language Hat | ||||
| Overheard In New York | ||||
| Areas of His Expertise | ||||
| Dooce | ||||
| xkcd | ||||
| * Quotes * | ||||
| "The limits of my language means the limits of my world." -Ludwig Wittgenstein |
||||
| "An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it." -Mahatma Gandhi |
||||
| Segal's Law: A man with a watch knows what time it is. A man with two watches is never sure. |
||||
| "Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And East is East and West is West and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste more like prunes than a rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know." -Groucho Marx |
||||
~ Saturday, February 23, 2008 ~
Corresponding Like a Ninja~ Friday, February 22, 2008 ~
Suddenly tonight I discovered Gmail chat's invisibility feature. Very clever, Gmail. Being all slick and quiet about it. How long has this been there without my noticing?
~ prattled by Miriam at 2:23 a.m. [+] ~ 2 comment
* * *
A Line-Storm Song~ Monday, February 18, 2008 ~
Nearly ten years ago a friend of mine passed this poem along to me. I've been thinking of it lately. I'm not sure I want to add any commentary to it; I just want to pass it along and let you appreciate it on your own terms.
29. A Line-storm Song
THE LINE-STORM clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, 5 Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. The birds have less to say for themselves In the wood-world’s torn despair 10 Than now these numberless years the elves, Although they are no less there: All song of the woods is crushed like some Wild, easily shattered rose. Come, be my love in the wet woods; come, 15 Where the boughs rain when it blows. There is the gale to urge behind And bruit our singing down, And the shallow waters aflutter with wind From which to gather your gown. 20 What matter if we go clear to the west, And come not through dry-shod? For wilding brooch shall wet your breast The rain-fresh goldenrod. Oh, never this whelming east wind swells 25 But it seems like the sea’s return To the ancient lands where it left the shells Before the age of the fern; And it seems like the time when after doubt Our love came back amain. 30 Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
~ prattled by Miriam at 3:56 p.m. [+] ~ 1 comment
* * *
And If You Believe That...~ Tuesday, February 05, 2008 ~
~ prattled by Miriam at 4:19 p.m. [+] ~ 0 comment
* * *
Darnit, New York~ Sunday, February 03, 2008 ~
Why'd you have to like Clinton so much?
Looks like it's going to be a late night. I haven't felt this much patriotic tension since I watched the results come in for the '04 election back in Philly.
~ prattled by Miriam at 11:42 p.m. [+] ~ 1 comment
* * *
Sure, it's Park Slope, but it's still Brooklyn.
My bedroom window overlooks a quiet street in a subdued, moms-and-strollers-ish neighborhood, and I can still hear the people screaming their post-game exultation.
Yet another thing on God will be showing up here at some point.
~ prattled by Miriam at 10:38 p.m. [+] ~ 1 comment
* * *
