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A cloudy day. All day I've felt the desire for the return of the sun. We've bought wildflower seeds and we will sow them as soon as the soil is right. After that I will plant row after row of tomatoes, like a good little indio.

I think I am going to burn cd's and send them to my pen pals. Random songs in...
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The plants in the corner are doing well. One of the cats has a scratch on its head.

The sodium they use for the beacons outside is getting on my nerves. The color is so damn dull, like some shitty iced tea you get from some shithole burger joint.

I like each and every one of my students. Woe onto he (or she) that dares...
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Its very cold and dry out. Bun B is playing on my iTunes. His southern swagger cannot make headway against the winter. I will have to bear this winter for some months yet. I can only hope for a quick start to spring.





ARGOS

If you think Odysseus too strong and brave to cry,
that the god-loved, god-protected hero
when he returned to Ithaka disguised,...
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New Year, Subcomandante Marcos style:

Feliz ao nuevo, cabrones!

I extend my most heartfelt wishes to all ya'll. Do take care of yourselves, whether you're partying or laying siege to a police station.

Mas vale tarde que nunca.


Oliver Goldsmith suits me just fine.

THE GIFT

TO IRIS, IN BOW STREET, CONVENT GARDEN

SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,
Dear mercenary beauty,
What annual offering shall I make,
Expressive of my duty?

My heart, a victim to thine eyes, 5
Should I at once deliver,
Say, would the angry fair one prize
The gift, who slights the giver?

A...
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I've read and re-read Max Brooks' World War Z god knows how many times. It never gets old. Everytime I read it, it feels as though I was reading it for the first time. Very odd.

Hope is a funny feeling. I might have lost her, but I think I can find her. I spent a decade thinking of her so I'm not about give up.

Ah. It feels greet to be back

Happy April to all!

I, like Mr Chaucer, love the month of April, almost as much as my own birth-month of May.
I shall celebrate its opening with this, the General Prologue of the Canterbury Tales.

1: Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
2: The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
3: And bathed every veyne in swich licour
4: Of which...
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My my, the world is an odd place. Ever wanted to see examples of North Korean cartoons? No? Oh well, I'll link it anyway. Enjoy.