And I lay an ear to the thin veiny-flesh of my arm, feel an artery pulse its ongoing rhythm down into my bird-wrist and hear the internal crick crack of my elbow as it rotates in its socket. Rickety joints at such a young age, tut tut. Never a good sign.
I need to start up with tea of the day again. I loved that.
About Me
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Who will love a little sparrow?
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches
with no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."
Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."
Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
Paul Simon
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches
with no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."
Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."
Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
Paul Simon
Sunday, October 5, 2008
1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me. 125
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Poor Prufrock:(
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me. 125
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Poor Prufrock:(
Friday, October 3, 2008
la la la
Now doesn't that match nicely? How convenient.
P.S.
I usually hate coffee. I'm one of those who will only drink it if it's all sugar and milk (except for the delicious Kona coffee I had in Maui). But starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte is amazing, as is a Hazelnut Soy Caffe Latte.
Whatever...tazo green tea pwns all.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Seagulls and Ducks and Elephant Teapots
When there is no peril in the fight there is no glory in the triumph.
Pierre Corneille
French dramatist (1606 - 1684)
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Hello! So much has happened and I haven't posted in so long.
I've moved into a condo, which is lovely and strange. I feel grounded but disconnected at the same time, which I didn't know was possible. I'm on the fifth floor and have a watery view, but I miss the forest and earth and blackbirds which came with my house. There are only seagulls here, who swoop so close by the windows. They are large windows, almost floor to ceiling, and from where I'm sitting I can see little boats on the lake (they're not little, I suppose, but they look so from here). I sat here a week ago and put my mind in the middle of the lake and pretended I was sinking and there was nothing but water, like in the beginning. That's one of my greatest fears...open ocean...though it distills down, as most fears do, to a fear of the unknown. I go and feed the ducks though, sometimes. They seem to stay all year round, because I see them hundled together on boat ramps in the dead of winter, staring out at the ice and waiting patiently for it to melt. They never really seem grateful for the food, they seem to expect it whenever they see a human. We are similar to them, aren't we?
My room is decorated in a sort of almost-there-but-I'll-finish-it-later kind of way. It's victorian/vintage/shabby-chic all mushed together. I have a four poster bed, which I haven't done anything to yet, cream coloured quilted coverlet which is a king so it falls all the way to the floor (which is dark hardwood and un-rugged). A lovely green velvet chair, over stuffed, ornate carved frame, quilted and buttony and gorgeous. An art corner in complete confusion, random prints yet to be framed and an easel. Amazingly carved trunk from Indonesia, old vintage wooden radio, paintbrush jars, faux suitcases holding my paints, and a bookcase. Oh, and lots of flowers and lace doiles and pot pourri, aka "junk". I don't love love love it yet, but it's on it's way. I have a beautiful mirror with nowhere to hang, and no dresser as of yet, and no room for a desk, and it's a huge mess right now.
I like having the freedom to sit and have an afternoon tea. I set up all the cups and saucers and sugar bowls, and then relax while reading The Age of Innocence, or T.S Eliot, or other scrumptious poetry anthologies. I have an elephant teapot. He's amazing. I've come to the conclusion that everyone would enjoy having tea if only they owned an elephant teapot. Next...a camel.
I'm starting classes in a week or so. I have a light schedule, so I may have some more free time to do unproductive things...like painting and reading and going to visit Rembrandt every day of the week. You may be thinking "and having tea", but let me tell you, having tea is anything but unproductive. I kind of pretty much I'm not so sure maybe have decided on doing art conservation. But what scares me is that when I came to this uncertain conclusion in my mind I experienced a sense of relief. Am I just taking the easy way out? Probably. Will I be able to live with myself? Probably not.
I have to go and get the rest of my textbooks and validate my student card but it's a cloudy day and I don't feel like going at all. It would be great to make some tea and curl up with a book and watch old movies and cat-nap. Maybe I'll do just that. After all, I haven't used the elephant for a few days.
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Tea Quote of the Day
Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. ~Catherine Douzel
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Tea of the Day
Tazo Green Tea Blend "Zen"
"Select pan-fired green tea from Zhejiang province in China, artfully combined with lemongrass, spearmint, and a hint of lemon essence."
This is my absolute favourite green tea, it's so refreshing and relaxing (provided you don't oversteep).
Pierre Corneille
French dramatist (1606 - 1684)
-----------------------------------------
Hello! So much has happened and I haven't posted in so long.
I've moved into a condo, which is lovely and strange. I feel grounded but disconnected at the same time, which I didn't know was possible. I'm on the fifth floor and have a watery view, but I miss the forest and earth and blackbirds which came with my house. There are only seagulls here, who swoop so close by the windows. They are large windows, almost floor to ceiling, and from where I'm sitting I can see little boats on the lake (they're not little, I suppose, but they look so from here). I sat here a week ago and put my mind in the middle of the lake and pretended I was sinking and there was nothing but water, like in the beginning. That's one of my greatest fears...open ocean...though it distills down, as most fears do, to a fear of the unknown. I go and feed the ducks though, sometimes. They seem to stay all year round, because I see them hundled together on boat ramps in the dead of winter, staring out at the ice and waiting patiently for it to melt. They never really seem grateful for the food, they seem to expect it whenever they see a human. We are similar to them, aren't we?
My room is decorated in a sort of almost-there-but-I'll-finish-it-later kind of way. It's victorian/vintage/shabby-chic all mushed together. I have a four poster bed, which I haven't done anything to yet, cream coloured quilted coverlet which is a king so it falls all the way to the floor (which is dark hardwood and un-rugged). A lovely green velvet chair, over stuffed, ornate carved frame, quilted and buttony and gorgeous. An art corner in complete confusion, random prints yet to be framed and an easel. Amazingly carved trunk from Indonesia, old vintage wooden radio, paintbrush jars, faux suitcases holding my paints, and a bookcase. Oh, and lots of flowers and lace doiles and pot pourri, aka "junk". I don't love love love it yet, but it's on it's way. I have a beautiful mirror with nowhere to hang, and no dresser as of yet, and no room for a desk, and it's a huge mess right now.
I like having the freedom to sit and have an afternoon tea. I set up all the cups and saucers and sugar bowls, and then relax while reading The Age of Innocence, or T.S Eliot, or other scrumptious poetry anthologies. I have an elephant teapot. He's amazing. I've come to the conclusion that everyone would enjoy having tea if only they owned an elephant teapot. Next...a camel.
I'm starting classes in a week or so. I have a light schedule, so I may have some more free time to do unproductive things...like painting and reading and going to visit Rembrandt every day of the week. You may be thinking "and having tea", but let me tell you, having tea is anything but unproductive. I kind of pretty much I'm not so sure maybe have decided on doing art conservation. But what scares me is that when I came to this uncertain conclusion in my mind I experienced a sense of relief. Am I just taking the easy way out? Probably. Will I be able to live with myself? Probably not.
I have to go and get the rest of my textbooks and validate my student card but it's a cloudy day and I don't feel like going at all. It would be great to make some tea and curl up with a book and watch old movies and cat-nap. Maybe I'll do just that. After all, I haven't used the elephant for a few days.
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Tea Quote of the Day
Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. ~Catherine Douzel
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Tea of the Day
Tazo Green Tea Blend "Zen"
"Select pan-fired green tea from Zhejiang province in China, artfully combined with lemongrass, spearmint, and a hint of lemon essence."
This is my absolute favourite green tea, it's so refreshing and relaxing (provided you don't oversteep).
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tea Biscuits, Oh My!
I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd make a quick post!
I'm moving in a few days to a condo with my sister, which will be crazy, hectic, and exhausting. They haven't even painted my bathroom yet... it's just dry-wall. If they would just take their time in the first place to do it right, they wouldn't even need to re-do anything. And I have way to many books to move, they're going to fill up three bookcases, maybe more, which makes me happy (though I can't imagine the mover's will be to pleased).
It's gorgeous here. We have been having pretty rainy weather here this summer, and it's been worse lately. It rained so hard today, quite sparadically but nonetheless. There was even hail for a few minutes. As much as I love rain, it's unfortunate for the sheepdogs who are here competing in their trials. I've been watching them on tv and was planning on going into town today to see them (while sitting in the cafe across the street, of course) but it started to storm. But they battled on, the poor things. Those are some passionate dogs.
And the highlight of the day was the masterful creation of some kick ass cookies. That's right, I made...tea cookies. Literally, Earl Grey Tea cookies. Two tablespoons of that good stuff ground right up in the batter. I must say, they are delectable. Take two of the yummiest things ever, smoosh them together, and what do you get? Some serious cookie pwnage my friend. Then I made some tea icing to top them off (which is awsome too, by the way...you should make some now and...go...ice things ;P)
Oh how wonderful it is to make cookies on a rainy day!
And then I watched some Coronation Street aka the best soap ever. Yay for real people and good acting. And then I watched So You Think You Can Dance!! And I was so nervous it was ridiculous. And stupid. But couldn't help it. This was my favourite season definately. The choreography this year has been stunning. The pas de deux (Will...omg. That is the definition of a dancer) Bleeding Love (I was screaming at the tv when he walked away) No Air (yay for my fav dancers!! I could have cried) and Mia's door routine (wow do I love that one) and the list goes on. And to further reinforce my screaming fan-girlness OMG JOSHUA WON!! Seriously...omg. I was sitting there preparing myself for the fact that he wasn't going to win, and then she said his name and I let out this completely involuntary scream. My favourite never wins, so this is a good first. He was just so amazing and talented and sweet and I wanted the best person to win, not necessarily the best dancer, and he totally was the best person. I was glad to see Katee win the top girl though, I absolutely hated Courtney...she seemed so fake for some reason.
Ok...aaaaaand scene.
You never read that, ok?
And tomorrow I'm going to the sheepdog trials in the park to see some awsome border collies and some terrified sheep and lots of fun stuff. It will be fun!
I'm moving in a few days to a condo with my sister, which will be crazy, hectic, and exhausting. They haven't even painted my bathroom yet... it's just dry-wall. If they would just take their time in the first place to do it right, they wouldn't even need to re-do anything. And I have way to many books to move, they're going to fill up three bookcases, maybe more, which makes me happy (though I can't imagine the mover's will be to pleased).
It's gorgeous here. We have been having pretty rainy weather here this summer, and it's been worse lately. It rained so hard today, quite sparadically but nonetheless. There was even hail for a few minutes. As much as I love rain, it's unfortunate for the sheepdogs who are here competing in their trials. I've been watching them on tv and was planning on going into town today to see them (while sitting in the cafe across the street, of course) but it started to storm. But they battled on, the poor things. Those are some passionate dogs.
And the highlight of the day was the masterful creation of some kick ass cookies. That's right, I made...tea cookies. Literally, Earl Grey Tea cookies. Two tablespoons of that good stuff ground right up in the batter. I must say, they are delectable. Take two of the yummiest things ever, smoosh them together, and what do you get? Some serious cookie pwnage my friend. Then I made some tea icing to top them off (which is awsome too, by the way...you should make some now and...go...ice things ;P)
Oh how wonderful it is to make cookies on a rainy day!
And then I watched some Coronation Street aka the best soap ever. Yay for real people and good acting. And then I watched So You Think You Can Dance!! And I was so nervous it was ridiculous. And stupid. But couldn't help it. This was my favourite season definately. The choreography this year has been stunning. The pas de deux (Will...omg. That is the definition of a dancer) Bleeding Love (I was screaming at the tv when he walked away) No Air (yay for my fav dancers!! I could have cried) and Mia's door routine (wow do I love that one) and the list goes on. And to further reinforce my screaming fan-girlness OMG JOSHUA WON!! Seriously...omg. I was sitting there preparing myself for the fact that he wasn't going to win, and then she said his name and I let out this completely involuntary scream. My favourite never wins, so this is a good first. He was just so amazing and talented and sweet and I wanted the best person to win, not necessarily the best dancer, and he totally was the best person. I was glad to see Katee win the top girl though, I absolutely hated Courtney...she seemed so fake for some reason.
Ok...aaaaaand scene.
You never read that, ok?
And tomorrow I'm going to the sheepdog trials in the park to see some awsome border collies and some terrified sheep and lots of fun stuff. It will be fun!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Schiele Schiele Schiele
The picture must radiate light, the bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from outside.
-Egon Schiele
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So I've been looking at some Schiele works. They intrigue me greatly.
And: http://www.metmuseum.org/TOAH/ho/11/euwcm/ho_1984.433.298a.htm
Particularily the self-portraits. I love self-portraits, I think they're the most interesting of all art, so it makes sense that I would be interested in Schiele's. We actually looked at this and another in one of my art history classes. One thing I noted and have now since realized to be standard Schiele is the twisted, agonizing facial features. Also, he frequently cuts out the hands; why is that? I have my own opinions...dissatisfaction with the restrictive society he was living in...a feeling of helplessness because he could do nothing to change it. Still, I want to get in his mind.
Some quotes by him help us understand him a bit better:
Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.
At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.
I believe in the immortality of all creatures.
Hmmm...
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Tea Quote of the Day
Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.
~J.B. Priestley
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Tea of the Day
Sencha green tea is made from leaves that are plucked and gently steamed the same day for a taste that’s fresh from the fields. This naturally decaffeinated tea is enhanced with the whistling cool freshness of spearmint and peppermint.
From me: Ooooh, refeshing.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Morning, doves.
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Oscar Wilde
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I'm reading Jane Eyre right now, and it is fabulous. I almost love it more than Wuthering Heights.
I want to draw more.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
~Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
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Tea of the Day:
Twining's Irish Breakfast Tea
"A robust, full-bodied black tea blend with a rich flavour and aroma. Best with milk or sweetened to taste."
From me: Though not my favourite tea, this is nice when you're in the mood for a stronger, hardier tea. Very...earthy.
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I'm going through a bird phase. My favourite right now are swallows and morning doves.
Oscar Wilde
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I'm reading Jane Eyre right now, and it is fabulous. I almost love it more than Wuthering Heights.
I want to draw more.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
~Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
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Tea of the Day:
Twining's Irish Breakfast Tea
"A robust, full-bodied black tea blend with a rich flavour and aroma. Best with milk or sweetened to taste."
From me: Though not my favourite tea, this is nice when you're in the mood for a stronger, hardier tea. Very...earthy.
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I'm going through a bird phase. My favourite right now are swallows and morning doves.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
L'Italia, qui vengo!
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Alice Hoffman, 'Here on Earth'
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Exams are done! First-year is DONE! I can't believe how fast it went, and I'm going to ITALY!
...in three or so more days. I'm so excited! We're in Paris for a few days first, which will most likely be spent in the Louvre haha. You have no idea how much I want to go there, and the galleries in Italy (Uffizi!!!!). We're spending a week each in Rome, Florence, and Venice. I tried to convince them to spend more time in Florence, but oh well. They wanted to skip it and I was like "OMG WTF you can't just skip like -the- center of Renaissance art!!! I want to see David!!!" haha...it's all good though.
I went shopping yesterday with my sister, which was exciting because we haven't done that at all this year. I was supposed to get a halter for my dog, though. So we come across this pet store in the mall, and we went in and found the halters, and were about to buy one when I look over my shoulder and see this family looking at a lab puppy which an employee is holding. And then I look past them and see a cage crammed full of chihuahua puppies, and then three more rows filled with other dogs. Well, I walked out of there pretty fast. It ruined my whole day. I hope the family didn't buy a puppy, it'll probably get sick and die like I've seen so many petstore dogs do. I wanted to walk up to the store owner and say "So where do you get your puppies" to which they'll reply "Local breeders" "Oh, so you mean puppy mills?" God! These placed should be shut down. Honestly, I refuse to be a patron to anyone who has any part in keeping these puppy mills going.
Anyway, other than that it was ok. I realized how much I hate shopping lol.
I finally got my moleskine sketchbooks from amazon! Two of them! I needed them for Italy so I can do some stuff. A sketch/ ink/ painting a day. I want to bring my watercolours so bad, but I'm almost positive they'll get confiscated at the airport. I would use my pencils but I can never get a really rich colour from them. So hopefully I'll have some art to post when I get back. I need to brush up on my very limited knowledge of italian...I have a feeling the title is quite incorrect.
And I need to pick my concentrations before I leave! Tell me what to do! Please! I have no idea. I'm leaning towards art history/ drama medial, or geology. HELP! And, it's like summer here.
Anyway...Arrivederci amici! I'll be gone for about a month...seeing some amazing art, eating some delicious food, and drinking some fantastic wine. Jealous yet?
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Tea Quote of the Day:
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
~Henry Fielding, "Love in Several Masques"
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Tea of the Day:
Lipton Chai Tea
For something totally different, try LIPTON Spiced Chai, an exotic blend of savory spices, rich, all natural Assam black tea leaves and a hint of ginger. Add milk to create a Chai Latte – a delicious treat. Plus, LIPTON Tea provides a healthy dose of protective flavonoid antioxidants.
From me: Mmm, chai latte.
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There are SO many blackbirds now that I can't even count. Not to mention the crows, morning doves, chickadees, woodpeckers, sparrows and finches.
Alice Hoffman, 'Here on Earth'
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Exams are done! First-year is DONE! I can't believe how fast it went, and I'm going to ITALY!
...in three or so more days. I'm so excited! We're in Paris for a few days first, which will most likely be spent in the Louvre haha. You have no idea how much I want to go there, and the galleries in Italy (Uffizi!!!!). We're spending a week each in Rome, Florence, and Venice. I tried to convince them to spend more time in Florence, but oh well. They wanted to skip it and I was like "OMG WTF you can't just skip like -the- center of Renaissance art!!! I want to see David!!!" haha...it's all good though.
I went shopping yesterday with my sister, which was exciting because we haven't done that at all this year. I was supposed to get a halter for my dog, though. So we come across this pet store in the mall, and we went in and found the halters, and were about to buy one when I look over my shoulder and see this family looking at a lab puppy which an employee is holding. And then I look past them and see a cage crammed full of chihuahua puppies, and then three more rows filled with other dogs. Well, I walked out of there pretty fast. It ruined my whole day. I hope the family didn't buy a puppy, it'll probably get sick and die like I've seen so many petstore dogs do. I wanted to walk up to the store owner and say "So where do you get your puppies" to which they'll reply "Local breeders" "Oh, so you mean puppy mills?" God! These placed should be shut down. Honestly, I refuse to be a patron to anyone who has any part in keeping these puppy mills going.
Anyway, other than that it was ok. I realized how much I hate shopping lol.
I finally got my moleskine sketchbooks from amazon! Two of them! I needed them for Italy so I can do some stuff. A sketch/ ink/ painting a day. I want to bring my watercolours so bad, but I'm almost positive they'll get confiscated at the airport. I would use my pencils but I can never get a really rich colour from them. So hopefully I'll have some art to post when I get back. I need to brush up on my very limited knowledge of italian...I have a feeling the title is quite incorrect.
And I need to pick my concentrations before I leave! Tell me what to do! Please! I have no idea. I'm leaning towards art history/ drama medial, or geology. HELP! And, it's like summer here.
Anyway...Arrivederci amici! I'll be gone for about a month...seeing some amazing art, eating some delicious food, and drinking some fantastic wine. Jealous yet?
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Tea Quote of the Day:
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
~Henry Fielding, "Love in Several Masques"
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Tea of the Day:
Lipton Chai Tea
For something totally different, try LIPTON Spiced Chai, an exotic blend of savory spices, rich, all natural Assam black tea leaves and a hint of ginger. Add milk to create a Chai Latte – a delicious treat. Plus, LIPTON Tea provides a healthy dose of protective flavonoid antioxidants.
From me: Mmm, chai latte.
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There are SO many blackbirds now that I can't even count. Not to mention the crows, morning doves, chickadees, woodpeckers, sparrows and finches.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Done. I fail.
It is possible to store the mind with a million facts and still be entirely uneducated.
Alec Bourne
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Exams are officially OVER! Except for my art history paper, which isn't really a paper, just a bunch of questions. Chemistry = ultimate fail. Really, I could so easily fail the course it's not even funny. It's quite absurd really, I've never been this close to failing, nor have I ever failed, a class. I'm actually pretty smart...just not chemistry-wise (that and I'm sort of lazy). I just hate it, and when I hate something I won't apply myself.
Whatever. Grades aren't the only mark of intelligence. And the graders are not always the be all and end all of opinions...they can be wrong too.
Drama was decent enough. Most of it was crap, which they may or may not see through. I was all like "Yeah...um, Unity is about...unity...and, um, death?" Also, my directing assignment was apparently worth 75%. See how some people can be wrong? Silly TA, I can't believe you feel for that. I hate that feeling that always seems to accompany the end of an exam period, like I still have something to study for.
I only have a week until I leave for Paris/ Italy. It's so exciting! I bought two new moleskines just for the occasion. I need to pack, and shop, and get my hair done before I go. And it's 32C outside, really hot. I hate it, it makes me feel all gross (which is why I like winter).
I am almost on the verge of not making any more tea for the next few day. I kind of feel sick thinking about it...I just drank SO much during exams.
Oh, and there are so many Blackbirds now. I saw two doing a mating dance.
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Tea Quote of the Day
Never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a tea cozy, doesn't try it on. ~Billy Connolly
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Tea of the Day
Kombucha Green Tea
Tea for your body – Defense 92% ORGANIC
CONTAINS CAFFEINE
GATHER YOUR STRENGTH WITH GREEN TEA KOMBUCHA
Our Green Tea Kombucha was inspired by a remedy dating back to ancient Russia, but updated for today’s lifestyle. This effective blend of green tea and kombucha will enhance your immune system, fight fatigue and detoxify your body. Not to mention that simply saying “kom-boo-chaw” will make you smile. The good feelings continue with the antioxidant benefits inherent in green tea.* Savor this distinctive herbal remedy while giving your body the tune-up it deserves.
GET THE MOST OUT OF EVERY CUP
Gain internal balance by drinking 1 to 3 cups of Green Tea Kombucha per day.* To avoid bitter taste, steep for 2 to 3 minutes in hot, not boiling, water.
INGREDIENTS
Organic Green Tea Leaf, Organic Lemongrass, Organic Spearmint Leaf, Natural Passion Fruit Flavor, Natural Plum Flavor, Kombucha.
CONTAINS CAFFEINE
Each tea bag contains approximately 30 mg of caffeine, as compared to approximately 90 mg in 8 oz of coffee.
From me: I love this tea! It's very refreshing and it comes with a little tag labelled with an inspirational quote. Yum!
Alec Bourne
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Exams are officially OVER! Except for my art history paper, which isn't really a paper, just a bunch of questions. Chemistry = ultimate fail. Really, I could so easily fail the course it's not even funny. It's quite absurd really, I've never been this close to failing, nor have I ever failed, a class. I'm actually pretty smart...just not chemistry-wise (that and I'm sort of lazy). I just hate it, and when I hate something I won't apply myself.
Whatever. Grades aren't the only mark of intelligence. And the graders are not always the be all and end all of opinions...they can be wrong too.
Drama was decent enough. Most of it was crap, which they may or may not see through. I was all like "Yeah...um, Unity is about...unity...and, um, death?" Also, my directing assignment was apparently worth 75%. See how some people can be wrong? Silly TA, I can't believe you feel for that. I hate that feeling that always seems to accompany the end of an exam period, like I still have something to study for.
I only have a week until I leave for Paris/ Italy. It's so exciting! I bought two new moleskines just for the occasion. I need to pack, and shop, and get my hair done before I go. And it's 32C outside, really hot. I hate it, it makes me feel all gross (which is why I like winter).
I am almost on the verge of not making any more tea for the next few day. I kind of feel sick thinking about it...I just drank SO much during exams.
Oh, and there are so many Blackbirds now. I saw two doing a mating dance.
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Tea Quote of the Day
Never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a tea cozy, doesn't try it on. ~Billy Connolly
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Tea of the Day
Kombucha Green Tea
Tea for your body – Defense 92% ORGANIC
CONTAINS CAFFEINE
GATHER YOUR STRENGTH WITH GREEN TEA KOMBUCHA
Our Green Tea Kombucha was inspired by a remedy dating back to ancient Russia, but updated for today’s lifestyle. This effective blend of green tea and kombucha will enhance your immune system, fight fatigue and detoxify your body. Not to mention that simply saying “kom-boo-chaw” will make you smile. The good feelings continue with the antioxidant benefits inherent in green tea.* Savor this distinctive herbal remedy while giving your body the tune-up it deserves.
GET THE MOST OUT OF EVERY CUP
Gain internal balance by drinking 1 to 3 cups of Green Tea Kombucha per day.* To avoid bitter taste, steep for 2 to 3 minutes in hot, not boiling, water.
INGREDIENTS
Organic Green Tea Leaf, Organic Lemongrass, Organic Spearmint Leaf, Natural Passion Fruit Flavor, Natural Plum Flavor, Kombucha.
CONTAINS CAFFEINE
Each tea bag contains approximately 30 mg of caffeine, as compared to approximately 90 mg in 8 oz of coffee.
From me: I love this tea! It's very refreshing and it comes with a little tag labelled with an inspirational quote. Yum!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
African Grey
African grey's are shy? Pah! I've had two... not shy.
I am, though; actually, this is pretty accurate.
P.S (edit) English was very easy, and it went well. The short essay question was to write two paragraphs explaining your favourite and least favourite from the semester. My least favourite was My Last Duchess by Robert Browning: I didn't understand it and I hated the character...so fake and arrogant. And favourite? Well, obviously Wuthering Heights! I had to refrain from filling the entire page with "omg I am like SOOO in love with Heathcliff he's like my favourite character ever he's SOOO awsome *squeal*". I didn't...I swear; I had to sound somewhat intelligent considering the prof is like an expert on it and pretty much Victorian lit in general. I also had to mention dear Prufrock and Goblin Market. I was smiling during that question because I love to talk about my favourite writing. It seemed very unconventional, but it was probably the most beneficial question to the students and herself...and she's awsome like that.
Now for drama and chemistry...*dies* No, really. Kill...me...now. Please.
P.P.S (edit edit) I made a whole pot of twinings Earl Grey to help me out a bit. It's loose leaf (yay!) but my Mom insisted on helping and then took over and ended making it too weak. I still got to use an adorable little leaf holder though, with a little china teacup at the end of the chain. I also convinced her to give me the elephant teapot we got at McNally Robinson (bookstore) a while ago for the apartment. She never drinks tea anyway!
On my second cup...it's stronger now, I've been letting it steep.
I am, though; actually, this is pretty accurate.
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P.S (edit) English was very easy, and it went well. The short essay question was to write two paragraphs explaining your favourite and least favourite from the semester. My least favourite was My Last Duchess by Robert Browning: I didn't understand it and I hated the character...so fake and arrogant. And favourite? Well, obviously Wuthering Heights! I had to refrain from filling the entire page with "omg I am like SOOO in love with Heathcliff he's like my favourite character ever he's SOOO awsome *squeal*". I didn't...I swear; I had to sound somewhat intelligent considering the prof is like an expert on it and pretty much Victorian lit in general. I also had to mention dear Prufrock and Goblin Market. I was smiling during that question because I love to talk about my favourite writing. It seemed very unconventional, but it was probably the most beneficial question to the students and herself...and she's awsome like that.
Now for drama and chemistry...*dies* No, really. Kill...me...now. Please.
P.P.S (edit edit) I made a whole pot of twinings Earl Grey to help me out a bit. It's loose leaf (yay!) but my Mom insisted on helping and then took over and ended making it too weak. I still got to use an adorable little leaf holder though, with a little china teacup at the end of the chain. I also convinced her to give me the elephant teapot we got at McNally Robinson (bookstore) a while ago for the apartment. She never drinks tea anyway!
On my second cup...it's stronger now, I've been letting it steep.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
What tea am I? Oh my!
A tea quiz! I thought I would be green tea, but apparently not.
What kind of tea are you?
Earl Grey: Classy and smooth.
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Relax, Refresh, Rewind.
The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.
Barbara Hall, Northern Exposure, Rosebud, 1993
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I'm really tired and probably on the verge of a breakdown. I just found out that my chemistry exam is from 9:00 to 12:00, and -just my luck- my drama exam is at 2:00. What! I thought it was in the evening, so I'd at least have some time to recover and review. I am going to die. I honestly don't know what I'm doing in chemistry, I just don't get it. Drama is fine, but there is more material than I thought to cover.
I guess I'll alternate today between drama and english (english is tomorrow at 2:00), then alternate between drama an chem after english, use the Friday for chemistry, and hope that I've done enough for drama. I then have an art history paper due on the Monday, I have to get my hair done and go shopping before Italy, and I also have to pack. Oh, and declare my concentrations. I can't wait for the vacation, I need it so bad. This just never ends!
Ok, english study time. I don't really know how to study for it other than reading the poems over a few times. I don't know where my notes are for most of the lectures...uh oh. Whatever, I'll manage.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
The best quality tea must have creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like a fine earth newly swept by rain.
~Lu Yu
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Tea of the Day:
Tetley Pure Green Tea
Savour the timeless taste of Tetley Pure Green Tea. Produced in Chinese tradition, the green tea leaves are gently and carefully steamed and rolled to provide the tea’s exquisite flavour and enticing, pale green hue.
Pure Green tea - 100% Pure and natural.
From me: This tea is always refreshing and relaxing. A little honey makes it just right. Green tea is my second favourite kind of tea. Also try their naturally decaffeinated pure green tea. Click the link to go to the Tetley website for more information.
Barbara Hall, Northern Exposure, Rosebud, 1993
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I'm really tired and probably on the verge of a breakdown. I just found out that my chemistry exam is from 9:00 to 12:00, and -just my luck- my drama exam is at 2:00. What! I thought it was in the evening, so I'd at least have some time to recover and review. I am going to die. I honestly don't know what I'm doing in chemistry, I just don't get it. Drama is fine, but there is more material than I thought to cover.
I guess I'll alternate today between drama and english (english is tomorrow at 2:00), then alternate between drama an chem after english, use the Friday for chemistry, and hope that I've done enough for drama. I then have an art history paper due on the Monday, I have to get my hair done and go shopping before Italy, and I also have to pack. Oh, and declare my concentrations. I can't wait for the vacation, I need it so bad. This just never ends!
Ok, english study time. I don't really know how to study for it other than reading the poems over a few times. I don't know where my notes are for most of the lectures...uh oh. Whatever, I'll manage.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
The best quality tea must have creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like a fine earth newly swept by rain.
~Lu Yu
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Tea of the Day:
Tetley Pure Green Tea
Savour the timeless taste of Tetley Pure Green Tea. Produced in Chinese tradition, the green tea leaves are gently and carefully steamed and rolled to provide the tea’s exquisite flavour and enticing, pale green hue.
Pure Green tea - 100% Pure and natural.
From me: This tea is always refreshing and relaxing. A little honey makes it just right. Green tea is my second favourite kind of tea. Also try their naturally decaffeinated pure green tea. Click the link to go to the Tetley website for more information.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Tea Party
Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
Henry Van Dyke
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Another beautiful day. I'm trying really hard to enjoy it, but the stress of knowing I have an english exam on Thursday, and chemistry and drama exams on Saturday, is making that difficult. I just feel very anxious about everything, and it's not only because of exams; there are other things which I just don't want to talk about.
Random: there's a stange cat walking along the outside of the fence, which I've never seen before. He (or she) looks like Patches, except more black. Maybe they're getting together to have a kitty tea-party!
Of course, there is the anxiety about having decided my concentrations, having renewed doubts, redeciding the concentrations, having more doubts, and ending up with a million options. Follow your heart, they say. Well, "they" have obviously never met me. Many people find one passion, and they can focus on that; however, I have at least four that I could follow into a career. I'm so jealous of people that know what they're doing. Maybe going on the Italy vacation will help, though I doubt it. It will probably make me more confused by renewing my art obsession. That, and there's the question of actual talent.
Well, there's nothing really new. I didn't go anywhere yesterday, just sat around trying to study and drinking too much tea. Who am I kidding? Too much tea...pah! Not possible.
There is now an abundance of morning doves in the yard, but still only two to four black birds.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
~Edmund Waller, "Of Tea"
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Tea of the Day:
Celestial Seasonings Perfectly Pear White Tea
Long ago in China, white tea was a rarity reserved for royalty. We celebrate
its unique flavour with the lusciously mellow sweetness of Perfectly
Pear White Tea. Natural pear and vanilla flavours perfectly enhance
the white tea's soft, flowery tones. Find a favourite place to enjoy
Perfectly Pear White Tea, hot or iced, and refine the moment especially for
you.
From me: I love this tea! It's perfect on its own, and the smell itself is enough to have any tea lover hooked. Click the title for a link to the website.
And did you know that white tea is one of the healthiest teas?http://www.betternutrition.com/document/466
Monday, April 14, 2008
Dear Deer
One of the deer which frequents our front yard. He's just a baby, and he was all alone. Photo taken by http://nebularhypothesis.blogspot.com/
Pictures of the crocuses I talked about in my last post.
Sprung fresh from the earth.
Patches of the previous post. How catty, climbing a tree (he did get stuck, and had to be brought down). I always say he's one of the most beautiful cat's I've ever seen, and a native Aussie, always outside stalking squirrels and sparrows.
Carl from the previous post. See? He really does look strange, almost maniacal. And yes, when I said rather large I meant very, very large. Also taken by http://nebularhypothesis.blogspot.com/
All of these were taken on one excursion in my backyard on a cloudy day, except for the last one of Carlton. I did take pictures of him, but none turned out. I had to resize to make them fit and the quality in some was distorted, unfortunately.
Ah, well. No black birds or Black birds or birds of any kind. The lens only goes to 55mm and the little things won't let me close enough.
(c) bellemerle.blogspot.com
All images, except where specified, were taken by me. Please do not use without written permission.
Good Day Sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
-The Beatles, Good Day Sunshine
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It is such a beautiful day today. The snow melted back into the earth a few days ago with the rain, and now the backyard is is littered with dry leaves and squirrel seed. The air is still quite chilly, but I find it very refreshing. There are crocuses which seem to have sprung up with the knowledge of spring's arrival; two patches of vibrant purple and one of brilliant white. I have some pictures, which I'll post when my sister gets back (they're on her computer). I can actually see them from where I'm sitting, along with two of my cat's, who are out for an early morning prowl. Carlton, a rather large white and orange creature, is standing on the pool covering in about five or so inches of water; he's strange, and we have suspicions that he believes himself a dog. Patches, on the other hand, is about the cattiest cat that ever was. He's curious about the pool too, but, while Carlton wades in the water, Patches struts around the edge eying it with apprehension. Or, as it turns out, licking the pool covering? That's what he's doing now, though he'll soon be off stalking squirrels again, my little aussie hunter.
The sounds of the birds are everywhere, and it's very relaxing. I haven't seen any black birds, or Blackbirds, yet; however, I did see a pair or morning doves from my bedroom, who flew one after the other past my window. Their sorrowful coo's, like the ring-necked doves that would sit on my crib as a child, float into the chorus of chirping and chickadee-ing. It put me in mind of the novel I'm reading, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera. I've been trying to figure out why I thought of that, but I haven't been succesful. Though I often do see things that make me recall characters, plots, or observations from a book I've read. It's like Kathleen Kelly from You've Got Mail: "So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" That's quite true, but somehow I find that I prefer it that way. I think books can teach you just as much or more about life; how do I know anything about Columbia, or Latin America, if not through the writing of Marquez, through the truthful eyes of someone born there? I've never been there in the physical sense, but in my mind I have.
Yesterday I watched The Notebook for about the tenth time. I try to hide behind a cynical and realistic mask, but the truth is I am a romantic at heart; I can't help it. There, I'm exposed. Truth be told, some of my favourite novels are classic love stories: Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, The Time Traveller's Wife. And not only romantic in the lovey dovey sense, but also the Romantic poet's: Wordsworth, Keats, Coleridge. I really admire the connection they were able to develop with nature. Truth be told, I think this may be why I love tea. Just the notion is romantic: sitting curled up in front of a window-seat, sipping from a teacup and completely submerged in one's own thoughts; dainty little tea-parties, with lace and scones and gossip; on a patio watching the people go about their hurried business, still for a moment as the world spins on around you. Or maybe it's simply a caffiene addiction.
I can see the black birds now; I suppose they are late sleepers.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.
~Thich Nat Hahn
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Tea of the Day:
Twinings Earl Grey Tea
A light & aromatic blend of fine black tea, scented with bergamot, a citrus fruit.
From me: This is a classic tea, from one of the oldest companies in the tea business. If you want quality tea, this is one for you. There are varying strenghts which you can experiment with to find the right one for you. They come in packaged and loose leaf, and for more information you can click the link in the title to go to Twinings website. I personally like this one either with milk and sugar, or just plain. I had it this morning, and let me say it is an excellent morning tea.
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It's time for me to start studying again. I have to do well on drama and english particularily, as I may be doing a medial degree of the two.
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
-The Beatles, Good Day Sunshine
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It is such a beautiful day today. The snow melted back into the earth a few days ago with the rain, and now the backyard is is littered with dry leaves and squirrel seed. The air is still quite chilly, but I find it very refreshing. There are crocuses which seem to have sprung up with the knowledge of spring's arrival; two patches of vibrant purple and one of brilliant white. I have some pictures, which I'll post when my sister gets back (they're on her computer). I can actually see them from where I'm sitting, along with two of my cat's, who are out for an early morning prowl. Carlton, a rather large white and orange creature, is standing on the pool covering in about five or so inches of water; he's strange, and we have suspicions that he believes himself a dog. Patches, on the other hand, is about the cattiest cat that ever was. He's curious about the pool too, but, while Carlton wades in the water, Patches struts around the edge eying it with apprehension. Or, as it turns out, licking the pool covering? That's what he's doing now, though he'll soon be off stalking squirrels again, my little aussie hunter.
The sounds of the birds are everywhere, and it's very relaxing. I haven't seen any black birds, or Blackbirds, yet; however, I did see a pair or morning doves from my bedroom, who flew one after the other past my window. Their sorrowful coo's, like the ring-necked doves that would sit on my crib as a child, float into the chorus of chirping and chickadee-ing. It put me in mind of the novel I'm reading, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera. I've been trying to figure out why I thought of that, but I haven't been succesful. Though I often do see things that make me recall characters, plots, or observations from a book I've read. It's like Kathleen Kelly from You've Got Mail: "So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" That's quite true, but somehow I find that I prefer it that way. I think books can teach you just as much or more about life; how do I know anything about Columbia, or Latin America, if not through the writing of Marquez, through the truthful eyes of someone born there? I've never been there in the physical sense, but in my mind I have.
Yesterday I watched The Notebook for about the tenth time. I try to hide behind a cynical and realistic mask, but the truth is I am a romantic at heart; I can't help it. There, I'm exposed. Truth be told, some of my favourite novels are classic love stories: Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, The Time Traveller's Wife. And not only romantic in the lovey dovey sense, but also the Romantic poet's: Wordsworth, Keats, Coleridge. I really admire the connection they were able to develop with nature. Truth be told, I think this may be why I love tea. Just the notion is romantic: sitting curled up in front of a window-seat, sipping from a teacup and completely submerged in one's own thoughts; dainty little tea-parties, with lace and scones and gossip; on a patio watching the people go about their hurried business, still for a moment as the world spins on around you. Or maybe it's simply a caffiene addiction.
I can see the black birds now; I suppose they are late sleepers.
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Tea Quote of the Day:
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.
~Thich Nat Hahn
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Tea of the Day:
Twinings Earl Grey Tea
A light & aromatic blend of fine black tea, scented with bergamot, a citrus fruit.
From me: This is a classic tea, from one of the oldest companies in the tea business. If you want quality tea, this is one for you. There are varying strenghts which you can experiment with to find the right one for you. They come in packaged and loose leaf, and for more information you can click the link in the title to go to Twinings website. I personally like this one either with milk and sugar, or just plain. I had it this morning, and let me say it is an excellent morning tea.
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It's time for me to start studying again. I have to do well on drama and english particularily, as I may be doing a medial degree of the two.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Wuthering Heights
"Be with me always- take any form- drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
This book defines me. I love it. People say it's a love story, but I think above all it's a book of passion (in every respect). I want to buy every single edition I can get my hands on.
Again, I should be studying, but I was on chapters.ca and I started reading reviews for my favourite books. I came across this one which made me laugh so hard I was almost crying.
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Wuthering Heights
Emily Bronte , Trade Paperback Oxford University Press
Online Price: $5.28 irewards Price: $5.02
a must read if you've read twilight
April 8, 2008
i have to read this book i havent read it yet but i reallly want to it seems like a great book if bella from twilight likes it i bet i will too
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Unfortunately, no. This isn't a joke. Ok, I don't even know what to say...this pretty much speaks for itself. Yeah, I'm sure a person of your incredible intellect is going to be able to appreciate the genius of Emily Bronte's writing. To reinforce, there is this:
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Twilight: A Novel
Stephenie Meyer , Hardcover
Online Price: $16.71 irewards Price: $15.87
ADDICTING
April 8, 2008
i found this book to be stunning it is amazing there are simply no words to describe it, but beware this book is adicting and may take over your life in a good way or mabey a bad dempends on who you are make sure your prepared for the consenquenes (sp?) or the benifiets (sp?) oh and buy new moon and eclipse so you dont have to wait for a book store to open
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O_o Right...what? Note a complete lack of any proper grammar. I am praying that this person is a bit illiterate or something. And don't even get me started on this new Twilight fandom.
I just needed to rant, and it's better here than losing control and screaming at the poor person.
Hello, black birds
If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.
I should be studying for exams right now. English, Chemistry, Drama. I'll get to that later. Ah, procrastination, the university student's worst enemy.
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And, as you may already have realized, I am big on quotes and big on tea. So, here is my daily quote on tea:
We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.
~Rudyard Kipling
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And my tea of the day, which happens to be my favourite kind of tea:
Rooibos Tea
Treat yourself to an authentic taste of exotic South Africa with this full bodied, slightly sweet 100% herbal tea.
Rooibos (pronounced roy-boss) is harvested from a red bush grown in the Cedarberg Mountains of the Southern Cape. Also known as "red tea", it has long been appreciated around the world.
All-natural. Naturally caffeine-free.
From me: Try it with just a little honey, it really enhances the natural sweet flavours.Click on the title for a link to Celestial Seasonings brands rooibos tea.
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I can see little black birds on the trees outside my window. Maybe not Blackbirds, but they're beautiful all the same.
Anna Quindlen
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I can say I know what I'm doing with my life, but not with conviction. The truth: I am confused. I narrowed down possible paths, but ended up with more than I had started with. Here they are:
- Actor
- Art Historian
- Art Conservationist
- Geologist
- Artist
- Publisher or Editor
I should be studying for exams right now. English, Chemistry, Drama. I'll get to that later. Ah, procrastination, the university student's worst enemy.
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And, as you may already have realized, I am big on quotes and big on tea. So, here is my daily quote on tea:
We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.
~Rudyard Kipling
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And my tea of the day, which happens to be my favourite kind of tea:
Rooibos Tea
Treat yourself to an authentic taste of exotic South Africa with this full bodied, slightly sweet 100% herbal tea.
Rooibos (pronounced roy-boss) is harvested from a red bush grown in the Cedarberg Mountains of the Southern Cape. Also known as "red tea", it has long been appreciated around the world.
All-natural. Naturally caffeine-free.
From me: Try it with just a little honey, it really enhances the natural sweet flavours.Click on the title for a link to Celestial Seasonings brands rooibos tea.
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I can see little black birds on the trees outside my window. Maybe not Blackbirds, but they're beautiful all the same.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Belle Merle
merle1 also merl (mûrl) n.
See blackbird.
[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin merulus, merula.]
See blackbird.
[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin merulus, merula.]
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly,
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly,
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
-Blackbird, The Beatles
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I like tea...and blackbirds.
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