February 2008
18 posts
Puerto Rico may have the final say in Clinton v.... →
speaking of Obama... →
is it weird that after having been away from my computer for three days, I actually missed her?
is it even weirder that I call her a “her,” rather than an “it?” yes, she’s a “her,” and her name is maggie. the mac.
“you’re beautiful.”
– yes, you.
love stories at StoryCorps →
people telling stories of love. listen.
do you know when you're looking a computer screen...
that’s me, right now.
“snowflakes that melt on my nose & eyelashes…”
– I love new york in the snow.
one last pablo
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber como, ni...
and e.e. cummings too, of course!
i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the...
and a little pablo too...
If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for...
what's valentine's day without a little rumi?
O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all - worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance
-rumi
take THAT, tiki barber!!! the giants didn't need...
“if we saw people as they really are, the beauty would overwhelm us.”
– martha beck
I like this story... →
On a run one day, Beck saw what she believed to be a piece of pink quartz lying in the grass. As she picked it up, she realized that it was only pink Styrofoam and was instantly disgusted. As she ran off, she had a revelation. The quartz and Styrofoam were metaphors for the arbitrary distinctions people make everyday:
“[I]t occurred to me that the piece of Styrofoam hadn’t changed at all...