
Read the rest of this entry »The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.
Read the rest of this entry »The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.
A quick visit here for me. I was trying to get this up much earlier on Friday, before this week’s Fifty Linden Fridays finished up, but didn’t make it. The skirt and wrapped sweater, however, are from Caboodle, and I think they’re part of a standard set of separates, so you can still get them — just not at the sweet L$ 50 price.
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Photographed in Kia Kaha region
You have to take some time to enjoy the day when you get the opportunity, and so Diana and I are pausing in our shopping to get some iced tea. (I guess it’s iced; that’s the only reason for the glasses. Perhaps they’re just using the teapot to carry the tea.)
Read the rest of this entry »“… Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast ….”
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (The Queen to Alice)
WANTED: Poem involving the metal or color of silver. Should be between 14 to 50 lines in length, any style okay. Treacly “greeting-card” verses need not apply. Song lyrics should include an MP3 or video, so that author may see if she approves of the song. Apply to jemsternhall@ ….
Why am I resorting to the want ads to find a poem? Don’t we have a librarian on staff to help me, as well as any reference librarians at my local library? Well, I tried them, as well as searching on my own. And none of us — not even Harper, who tends to turn simple requests into Major Projects, could find a one. Or, well … not an example I liked, anyway …. There were plenty of pieces with “silver” in their titles, or involving silver imagery of some kind, but not the kind of imagery that resonated with me.
Read the rest of this entry »A few days ago, Jem gave me a shout and asked to meet me at my place to talk blog with the others. Diana and Conan couldn’t make it, but Morgan could, and so we went up to my office at the World-Wide Headquarters of a Blog Known As Around the Grid. “So, you got an idea?” I asked as we got comfortable.
“No,” Jem said. “I have a complaint. We’re missing something in the blog.”
Read the rest of this entry »I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright)
Sun-shiny day
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day
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Men don’t settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it.
— Laurell K. Hamilton, A Kiss of Shadows