what a wonderful world, full of smells and sounds and sights, and wonders beyond reckoning.
Let's rejoice in our perception of our lives.
that we are creatures of this world, alive today, fresh with wonder, wild with pain, breathing.
tomorrow, who knows....
=Sketch by Hans Holbein the Younger of Lady Meutas, made about 1536, black and coloured chalks on pink prepared paper, from http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lady_Meutas.jpg
A Harvest Moon tonight, the best in 2O years, so they say, and the sky is clouded over here in Ithaca. Damn you, Lady Fortune! I return to you, a changed woman. I have a theory about academic work—that its rhythms of feast and fast, of heavy, int
A spicy floral—round, nutty, nutmeggy anyway, delicate woods—I loved this one the minute I smelled it—Actually, this whole line had me shaking my head in wonder, asking: how does she do it? Definitely sweet, but dark as well, and it smells fog