November 2011
16 posts
My Cup of Tea.
When people ask if I like coffee, I always say “Coffee just isn’t my cup of tea” because it’s a little bit witty and a little bit true. My dad has always drank instant coffee and I loved the smell of it, but it tastes vile. A few years ago, for fathers day we got him a stove top espresso maker and he has used it perhaps twice. When he went into hospital, after about two weeks I was missing the...
Their Lonely Betters
As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds. A robin with no Christian name ran through The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew, And rustling flowers for some third party waited To say which pairs, if any, should get mated. Not one of them was capable of lying, ...
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labryinth, thinking about how you’ll...”
– Looking for Alaska, John Green (via quote-book)
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Pure, Elegant, Light, and Fast.
I like old cars, but I don’t know entirely why. They aren’t as safe, they aren’t as fast, and they aren’t as efficient as modern cars. The thing with modern cars is that they all seem to be so similar. They have the same shape, the same specifications, the same technology - few seem remarkable in any way. It seems that all car manufacturers make the same cars, selling them under different names...
since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's...
“Dear Teens at Starbucks wearing ‘Abstain from Sex 2 Attain Ur Goals’...”
“It was nice - in the dark and the quiet…and her eyes looking back, like...”
“Money won’t make you happy… but everybody wants to find out for...”
Design.
I have a folder on my computer. It is called “Design”. It contains, at present, 1555 images of beautiful things. It has pictures of great buildings, great works of art, pieces of furniture… It holds aspirations and dreams, none of which will come true. There is one designer, well two, who’s work I spot in many pictures and they always go in. There is something magical about the creative...
