| This is my computer: there are many like it,but this one is mine. The first computer that I actually own. It's a laptop, and after a day and a half, I've finally copied all of my music files from the family computer. It was a long a tedious process. My iPod problem isn't solved yet.
England lost, but France won.
Saw Les Miserables on Thursday for the third time (London, Plano West, here), still amazing.
"And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain
have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening
to the rain? Who is there in the rain's million-needled blurring
splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September
rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to
steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and
waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?"
- Jack Kerouac from The Town and the City
It's been awhile since my quoting days of yore.
The rain…
Eyes of shadow-water
Eyes of well-water,
Eyes of dream-water
Blue suns, green whirlwinds,
Birdbeaks of light pecking open
Pomegranate stars.
But tell me, burnt earth, is there no water?
Only blood, only dust,
Only naked footsteps on the thorns?
The rain awakens…
We must sleep with open eyes
We must dream with our hands,
We must dream the dreams of a river seeking its course,
Of the sun dreaming its worlds,
We must dream aloud,
We must sing till the song puts forth roots,
Trunk, branches, birds, stars,
We must find the lost word,
And remember what the blood,
The tides, the earth, and the body say,
And return to the point of departure...
-Octavio Paz (used in Eric Whitacre's Cloudburst)
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I used to go to high school with her (she's a college freshman now) and sing with her in choir but we became really good friends at the end of the summer and started dating in October. It's been a grand four months.
