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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
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"So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #84
that moment late at night, when your head's on the pillow and your mind's far away, right before dozing off and you're so comfortable and cozy under the covers that you almost wish you could stay awake just to hang on to them a little bit longer
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #87
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #89
Those mornings after a tough work out the day before when you don't want to exert another ounce of effort but you wish you had nothing else to do so that you could go back for another session at the gym.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #90
That can't-put-my-finger-on-it-feeling that it's Sunday, when it's really only Wednesday... and I really love Sundays.
Happy hump day
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #91
Spring is hereeeeeee
Romanian traditions: today it's Mărţişor, celebrating the beginning of spring
On this day the ladies receive a charm consisting of a jewel or small decoration tied to a delicate red and white wool rope. Snowdrops are also gifted as they are the first flowers to pop up from underneath the snow and announce the new season.
The charm is worn around the wrist or pinned at the chest until the spring truly shows its first signs -- when the cuckoo is first heard singing, the cherry blossoms bloom or the first group of returning storks is seen in the sky. The charm is then hung onto a tree branch to bring luck and success in the upcoming year.
The symbolic red and white colors twisted around each
other stand for the contrast between winter and summer, or, in another interpretation red, symbolizing life, fire and the sun is attributed to the female, while white is a symbol of water and the sky andl of masculinity.




...and Wiki.
Romanian traditions: today it's Mărţişor, celebrating the beginning of spring
On this day the ladies receive a charm consisting of a jewel or small decoration tied to a delicate red and white wool rope. Snowdrops are also gifted as they are the first flowers to pop up from underneath the snow and announce the new season.
The charm is worn around the wrist or pinned at the chest until the spring truly shows its first signs -- when the cuckoo is first heard singing, the cherry blossoms bloom or the first group of returning storks is seen in the sky. The charm is then hung onto a tree branch to bring luck and success in the upcoming year.The symbolic red and white colors twisted around each

other stand for the contrast between winter and summer, or, in another interpretation red, symbolizing life, fire and the sun is attributed to the female, while white is a symbol of water and the sky andl of masculinity.




...and Wiki.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #93
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
99 of life's best little moments #95
Listening to the waves of the ocean (thank you iPod) in the middle of a cold February, on a rainy day.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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