Saturday, May 31, 2008

Food for Thought




“All
Love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.” (Shelley)

How better to express how I was feeling the other day after a night out with Colleen, Wynn and the wandering poet Andrijah, dressed in the form of a sweet cakey muffin.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Falling...

Last night I slipped into Dr. Who's Tardis machine - hypothetically speaking of course - and lost myself completely to the vortex of the online universe. I could see the clock ticking away on the bottom right side of my screen...11:30...12.30...2.30...but I wouldn't, couldn't be stopped...what's another few minutes. Rl begone...this was frame dragging, gravitomagnetism, and I wobbled...and righted.