The heart of a woman falls back with the night, And enters some alien cage in its plight, And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars, While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars. – Georgia Douglas Johnson (1886-1966) It’s all a-flutter, yes it is; I guess you could even say it’s topsy turvy. Speaking of which, if (unlike dear Minnie) you haven’t noticed it yet, I’ve added a topsy turvy graphical archives section to the site….
In a land full of mystery, magic, and mist, In a time oh so long, long ago, There were creatures like unicorns, ogres and trolls. There were creatures above and below. Below, there were brownies and fairies and elves, Tiny people with magic for might. There were dwarves who worked mines in the deepest of caves. There were zombies who walked through the night. In the forest were nymphs who were souls of the trees, Running naked like babes when…
H.E. returned from a trip to Taiwan and brought me back some trinkets. When I showed them to my co-worker he asked, “What could you possibly get in Taiwan as a souvenir, when it seems like everything we have here is ‘Made in Taiwan’?” Good question. This led to the topic of souvenirs in general. What ideal things do you get for someone when you’re on a trip somewhere? My co-worker will sometimes get a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt with…
Come ride a train of thought with me for a while; this journey has a serendipitous end. I don’t check my referral logs as often as I think most webbers do; the only statistic that truly interests me is the number one search referral for any given month. Last month it was cat shit, and this month it’s excuse me while I kiss this guy. Up until recently, it was hardly even on the radar, but as I write this,…
At work today, one of the guys working in the warehouse did a very sweet thing. He brought pink carnations for all of the women in the company. There was no flourish, no explanation, just a smile and a simple presentation of the thoughtful gift. It brightened every woman’s day, whether she already had a valentine or not. One woman asked, “Who is this from?” He answered simply, “From a secret admirer.” And I guess from his point of view,…