Everyone is my friend until they prove otherwise.
I’m Mad as Hell, and I’m not going to Take IT ANYMORE
Howard Beale:
 
“I’m Mad as Hell, and I’m not going to Take IT ANYMORE!”
Howard Dean:
 
“rrraAAAAAWWWWWKKKK!?”
Next installment: Howard Beale vs. the Goracle
More Thoughts at Outside the Beltway
 The redbuds are backÂ
.
Soon, ah, soon the shy birds
Will be at their fluting,
And the morning planet
Rise above the garden;Â
For there is a measure
Set to all things mortal. — Sappho
The sky a show of light and liberty
at storm’s dark edge
half occluded but running free
escaping behind the dark
until the storm passes again
the light dances forever free.
-Thanos
The sky a show of light and liberty
at storm’s dark edge,
the brightness half occluded
escapes above the dark
until the storm passes
and light dances forever free again.
-Thanos
I’ve added a theme switcher in the right sidebar, so if you just can’t stand this theme now you have a choice. Warning Will Robinson! Switching between three column and two column themes can have unintended consequences, like dissappearing widgets, including the one that allows you to switch themes.
I will continue to play with this until I get everything copacetic and working, drop a comment if you have a problem with a particular theme. The default theme is my modification to Ocadia, by Becca Wei.
Glass
By Anne FinchÂ
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide,
Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide;
To let in all the useful Beams of Day,
Yet force, as subtil Winds, without thy Shash to stay;
T’extract from Embers by a strange Device,
Then polish fair these Flakes of solid Ice;
Which, silver’d o’er, redouble all in place,
And give thee back thy well or ill-complexion’d Face.
To Vessels blown exceed the gloomy Bowl,
Which did the Wine’s full excellence control,
These shew the Body, whilst you taste the Soul.
Its colour sparkles Motion, lets thee see,
Tho’ yet th’ Excess the Preacher warns to flee,
Lest Men at length as clearly spy through Thee.
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.
The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be—
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?
— Robert Frost
A hearty thank you for the volunteers in North Pole Alaska who keep the replies from Santa’s elves coming. If you ever make it up to Fairbanks, Alaska, the short detour to visit North Pole and Santa Clause house is well worth it.
Continue reading “For the Season”
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
— Robert Frost
I Have Been Acquainted With the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain–and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
— Robert Frost
