Sorry, but running low on the fresh pics inventory...and I couldn't resist posting the very unusual ways people end up at this blog. My scattererd links within the list are equally arbitrary, riffing off what came to mind.
Skipping the first twenty search terms, and in descending order of frequency, we have the following...
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the blind always come as such a surprise by ted kooser analysis
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learning to love american by shirley geok-lin lim analysis
playing in mud barefoot
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i'm just hypnotized
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
"...heads bow, eyes close; the blessings are said.
Here there is good will; here peace
From "Sunday Brunch at the Old Country Buffet" by Anne Caston
Happy happy merry merry to all those stopping by, to all my friends known and unknown.
Cute Alert: Felix Navidad!
And, for those who'd like something less sweet for the holidays, here's a heaping helping of Fruitcake Abuse. (Note: there's an advertisement embedded in all but the first...however, it was too much fun to pass 'em by.)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
It was time, we decided, for a road trip.
My friend had been wrestling with ongoing health challenges, and I'd been wrestling with that feeling I've been running on fumes. We knew what would make us both feel better.
We chose a theme: "Pie - Art - Pie"
We chose a form: Drive to Fort Worth to see at least two museums, and while on the road investigate at least one of the cafes noted here, and eat pie. Pie on the way up, art in the middle, pie on the way back.
It was a grand day!
We left at 7am, driving here through an uncharacteristic thick fog that made everything on the highway mysterious.
I had a poppy-seed kolache and coffee, and she had a sausage kolache and a blueberry cream-cheese kolache and coffee.
Since I've not had much in the way of sweets for some time, I felt the sugar rushing through my blood like fire.
(And yes, there was pivo for sale, and yes, they played this sort of music through their PA system.)
While not pie strictly speaking, the kolaches were yummy!
Miles flew by while we chatted. We discussed what art might be created on a planet where there was no community, only a monad life-form (and since found I should read "Monad Number Two" to learn more). We discussed family schtuff. We talked about school (she's gone back to school too). We talked about ASL, and whether a poem in ASL could be better served in translation to written word or to dance.
We landed in a place where certain Precolumbian terra cotta figures looked lively enough to undo their protective cases (after the guards left for the night, of course) and where I saw something so beautiful I found myself tearing up.
From there, we went here, and had some extra fun watching/hearing little bitty kiddos and their parents making echoes inside this.
An excessively delicious and leisurely lunch in the museum cafe, and then back on the road to Austin with much happy arguing over where to turn to find the freeway.
Miles later a stop here. Yes, I had a small burger (really good) but we were there for the pie. Pie -- I had buttermilk, she took a piece of chocolate cream to go, and I got a piece of the nutmeg-happy buttermilk for my hubbie. Yes, we did get a little lost on the way back, but I saw the old theater above as a result.
It was all Texas, and all good.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
"On a wall shadowed by lights from the distance
is the screen. Icons come to it dressed in capes..."
From "The Screen of Distance" by Barbara Guest
Class is wrapped for the semester! After a round of defensive driving tomorrow (to offset that speeding ticket I received while returning from a medieval conference) I will have more time to wander with a camera.