Lets get nasty people.
The exchange is back once again, and I’m late on my posting due to my health. This weeks theme: touch. Our freakiest freak nasty songs. Or as Liz says, songs that make you want to reach out and touch that special someone. Obviously some of us are, ahem, a little more […]
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; […]
All this funny business with the exchange has me sifting through my music collection, listening to new and old favorite love jammies, r&b joints and everything in between. And who doesn’t love love, right?
In the spirit of sharing, and because I’m too lazy to gather 12 tracks to make another mux, I’ll post a few […]
We are back again for round two…so soon you ask, yep. Every week in fact.
George | Can We Talk - Tevin Campbell
Liz | My Heart Belongs to You - Jodeci
Eyejammy | She’s Playing Hard to Get - Hi-Five
Kate | Treehouse - I’m From Barcelona
Ouxu | Crazy Love - Brian McKnight
Panama | Let’s Chill - Guy
Cye […]
When my friend, Rhodie, asked me over drinks last Saturday night if I’d like to go camping the following weekend I, of course, said yes. I’d been debating my birthday camping trip and, having never done it before, was still considering the practicalities.
When he asked me Friday if I was up to a three mile […]
Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold […]
Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among […]
I’m crazy about this City.
Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half. In the top half I see looking faces and it’s not easy to tell which are people, which the work of stonemasons. Below is shadow were any blasé thing takes its place: clarinets and lovemaking, fists and the voices of sorrowful […]
Tonight I spent the evening on my old rooftop, at my old place. It, of course, inspired a bit of nostalgia…but not the type I had expecting at the time (or maybe the type expected in retrospect, since it didn’t dawn on me that those memories didn’t rush back in a flash till much later […]
In Happiness, there is a short section in which a character’s research of untranslatables is briefly described, words for which there are no mean in the english language. The whole point of the passage is to introduce to the reader the word mokita which becomes a central theme throughout the opening chapters. It means: the […]
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