I'm switching to a new blog: www.lighterrant.wordpress.com -- in my last unupdated post this didn't work - now it does!
Wordpress is a lot more accommodating and I like the layouts better. If I have any readers left, I'd be happy to see you over there!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Cliché
I like being cliché with Mathew at twilight and beyond. It's refreshing. (Albeit, cliché's aren't supposed to be refreshing.)
Friday, July 24, 2009
I used to be a cheerleader, did you know?
When you're up- you're up
When you're down- you're down
when you're messing with (insert team - antagonist - symptom)
you're up... (clap, clap, clap)
side... (clap, clap, clap)
down.
Up. Side. Down.
I feel lackluster. Surely a side effect of summer and brain rot.
When you're down- you're down
when you're messing with (insert team - antagonist - symptom)
you're up... (clap, clap, clap)
side... (clap, clap, clap)
down.
Up. Side. Down.
I feel lackluster. Surely a side effect of summer and brain rot.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Back
Israel is really over. Like, really really over. Ugh.
I'm back in K-Vegas and loving it. I rode my bike all over the place and stopped at Subway for my favorite $5 meal. Things are rapidly changing in my life, but it's nice to come back to find this place as static as I left it.
I'm back in K-Vegas and loving it. I rode my bike all over the place and stopped at Subway for my favorite $5 meal. Things are rapidly changing in my life, but it's nice to come back to find this place as static as I left it.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
A favorite of mine, in honor of the fourth:
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
—Emma Lazarus, 1883
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
—Emma Lazarus, 1883
Friday, July 3, 2009
Insanity:
Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. -Einstein
He was pretty smart, right? My high school principal used to say that all the time. This blog post, unfortunately, must be cryptic in any case I must say that I might be doing something insane.
He was pretty smart, right? My high school principal used to say that all the time. This blog post, unfortunately, must be cryptic in any case I must say that I might be doing something insane.
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