January 2010
9 posts
All We Ever Do is Say Goodbye
Just when I had you off my head Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed You say you wanna try again But I’ve tried everything but giving in Why you wanna break my heart again Why am I gonna let you try When all we ever do is say goodbye All we ever do is say goodbye All we ever do is say goodbye All we ever do is say goodbye I bought a ticket on a plane And by the time it...
The decade with no name : The New Yorker →
Loved this comment…Here are the first two paragraphs. For the rest, go to the link above:
In retrospect, it might be recognized as a troubling harbinger that, ten years ago, no consensus could be reached in this country on what to call the decade upon which we were about to embark. The ohs? The double-ohs? The zeros? The zips? The nadas? The naughties? As the reassuringly comprehensible...
Dude, Erika. Send this to me.
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“There must be something in books, things we can’t imagine, to make a woman...”
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
So here's to 2010...
I do not really believe in making specific resolutions for the New Year, but I cannot lie: I like the idea of people making a conscious effort to improve their lives, their characters, or both. If nothing else, by scrutinizing our lives we might at least admit to ourselves that while they are not perfect (because we are far from perfect), we can do things to improve them.
My continued goal from...
“We awaken in others the same attitude of mind we hold toward them.”
– Elbert Hubbard (Truth).
“What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
NYT article on Rachel Wetzsteon →
A poem of Wetzsteon’s from the article:
“Sakura Park”
The park admits the wind,
the petals lift and scatter
like versions of myself I was on the verge
of becoming; and ten years on
and ten blocks down I still can’t tell
whether this dispersal resembles
a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
But the petals scatter faster,
seeking the rose, the cigarette vendor,
and at...