Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

"Jenny kiss'd Me" by Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Monday's Verse, "Self Pity" by D.H. Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Or Fake It Till You Make It Holiday Cheer

I love Christmas and I don't believe in god, and I've come to believe that those two things don't have to be in conflict at all. Winter is hard for me, I hate it, I hate the cold, I hate the endless gray days. I hate watching my mood disintegrate and my empathy reserves for dealing with other people dwindle into dust. So I'm thankful for having things to decorate or make, for eggnog being back in stores, and for Annie Lenox's cover of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen."

I'm absolutely the worst at sticking to any kind of goal or plan for self improvement, so I'm just going to post everyday. Even if it's just a link. Perfect is the enemy of good, and I tinker and tinker with a idea in my head until it's demolished and months have gone by on the blog with no new content. The spirit of Christmas to me is to remind ourselves that all winters end, that we can and have been good, and to light candles rather than bitch out the night for coming so early. So however you celebrate I hope it's a happy one, and here's to a smashing new year.