Friday, September 16, 2011

Going to Kentucky, going to the fair...



Going to Kentucky, going to the fair 
To see the senorita with flowers in her hair
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it if you can
Shake it like a milkshake 
And do the best you can

Rumble to the bottom
Rumble to the top
Turn around and turn around
Until we holler stop!


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Friday, September 9, 2011

harpo, groucho, chico



Remember men, we're fighting for this woman's honor, 
which is probably more than she ever did. 
- Groucho Marx in Duck Soup

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. 
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. 
- attributed to Groucho Marx 

Sunday, September 4, 2011

i know i'm shouting, i like to shout

Last night I saw these guys at Maxwell's in Hoboken... 



 ...and for a few hours I was a teenager again...


...see what I mean?



Saturday, September 3, 2011




a glass of red, a bubble bath and mr. darcy himself...
what could be better?

Thursday, September 1, 2011

slap and tickle


i got this from gorgeous company...
great blog with beautiful images 

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

woody



Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Sunday, August 28, 2011




I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him. 



If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.



Friday, August 26, 2011

something nice to study


this room gives me library envy


quite possibly the best novel ever written