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I swore I would never wear a pair of Crocs. “They’re tacky.” I said. Well, I bought a pair to go sailing in because they were 1) cheap and 2) indestructible by water 3) not as tacky as those clog ones they have. I have worn them every day since, mainly to and from work because its been raining here almost non-stop. And, I can’t believe I am going to say this, they are so comfortable!
After one moment when I bowed my head
And the whole world turned over and came upright,
And I came out where the old road shone white,
I walked the ways and heard what all men said,
Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed,
Being not unlovable but strange and light;
Old riddles and new creeds, not in despite
But softly, as men smile about the dead.
The sages have a hundred maps to give
That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,
They rattle reason out through many a sieve
That stores the sand and lets the gold go free:
And all these things are less than dust to me
Because my name is Lazarus and I live.
Joyce Kilmer’s Anthology of Catholic Poets, (Halcyon House, New York: 1940), p. 356.
This is a really fun idea. . .
Confession, I really don’t care for Missioni, so I am not really too upset that Target is all sold out of whatever it was that they were selling from the Missioni line. I just don’t get the whole stripe thing. . . and zig-zags, or the whole Missioni winter collection while we are on the topic. I admit I’ve seen a few scarves that I liked, they added a nice little touch of color, pattern or texture here and there; but at the same time, I could live without it. Most of it just reminds me of those lonely couches you see sitting by the side of the road, you know, the sad, orange plaid from the 70′s.
Picture via HERE
“Gasp!” You say, “Fie on you for not liking Missioni!” To which I reply, “The only reason you like them is because someone told you to. They have an excellent marketing program.”
Everyone knows, or everyone should know, Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. If you haven’t read it than I am afraid I must lump you in with the pirates and Captain Hook until you do. But that is beside the point. Recently my housemate introduced me to another work by J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister, which I just finished reading a few days ago. Buy it. Read it. It’s so sweet!
It’s about a minster in Scotland who falls in love with a gypsy. And there is a twist, of course, which I am not going to tell you.
It is worth noting that great art has a tendency to be stolen. And isn’t it funny, with all the technology today that can perfectly, or almost perfectly, capture images, people still love and appreciate art that has been created at the hands of an artist. Now why they would go so far as to steal it is beyond me. But then again, art does funny things to people, like cause Stendhal Syndrome. (I am not making excuses for thieves, just stating a fact. Great art, beautiful art, is desired to the extent that someone would try to steal it for their own. Stealing is very, very bad and people who steal millions upon millions of dollars of Rembrandt or any other artist should go to jail.)
I had an amazing weekend. It was one of those weekend that seem to last forever, and the next day is never Monday. Sadly, Monday did finally come, but that was to be expected.
The weekend included a 24 hr. whirlwind road trip to Atlantic City, NJ. I’ve never pulled into a casino at 2.00 a.m. in the morning, and I can’t say I would want to do it again, but it was fun! En-route to a baptism, my friend and I decided it would be better to get a room at Harrah’s instead of waking our hosts up at some ungodly hour in the morning. So we found ourselves, backpacks on our backs, walking through flashing lights and bleeping slot machines.
Travel Tip: we got our deluxe hotel room last minute for $35 plus taxes on priceline.com and then we got an upgrade because we came in so late and they knew which rooms they weren’t going to fill.