Scoooooore!
Anouk would die for ice cream
Meatballs
- Me: It smells like meatballs in here
- Me: It's making me hungry for meatballs
- Me: I think you should go get me a meatball sammich
- Jim: huh ::reabsorbs into TV::
- Me: Is that a no?
TweetsOfOld pointed to this nifty blog post about an old pencil factory in Greenpoint. I love old buildings and so can you!
Jane
- Barrista: your name?
- Me: Carrie
- Barrista: Terry?
- Me: Carrie
- Barrista: Karen?
- Me: Carrie
- Barrista: Mary?
- Me: Jane
- Barrista: ooooh!
No Respect
- Me: the left side would be great if you can
- Cabbie: pulls over on righti
Poems by Emily Dickinson (111 of 447)
XXXV.
EMANCIPATION.
No rack can torture me,
My soul’s at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So’s liberty.
If I ever own a horse, I would like for it to look like a Chuck Jones horse. All fat and pudgy. So far, just my cat looks this way…
Enjoying the last of the cool summer breezes on the Hudson with Anoukie
Anouk is really enjoying “using” the portable water bowl I bought for her…
