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Cryptic 11 years ago

*sigh* I admire his accomplishments, but he also makes me feel like a slacker.

Dulcemio 11 years ago

http://www.esquire.com/_mobile/features/what-ive-learned/ronan-farrow-interview-1013-1379084982

I think so. I read somewhere that he writes and performs country music! What a cool guy. The kid is a total renaissance man. I admire his prodigious brain and commitment to public service. We might just have a President Farrow one day. :-)

Cryptic 11 years ago

Ha! I wonder if he sings.

Dulcemio 11 years ago

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PKAyHMbyFzI

Woody Allen and Frank's widow are calling the recent revelation "absurd" and "junk."

Ummm ... somebody needs to visit the optomotrist.

Dulcemio 11 years ago

yeah, she was an odd little duck, poor thing, even as brilliant as she was. And I can't laugh at you because my mom loved her too. As a teen I spent hours pouring over her poetry, trying to understand her.

Cryptic 11 years ago

She was a recluse and possibly agoraphobic, which may account for her gravity. She literally did not get out much (lol) but I love her anyway. "Ample Make This Bed" is one of my favorite poems ever. You can laugh at me now and I won't mind. :)

Dulcemio 11 years ago

"I died for Beauty, but was scare adjusted in the tomb

When one who died for Truth was lain in an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed. "For Beauty" I replied.

"And I for Truth, the two are one, we bretheren are," he said.

And so as kinsmen met a night, we talked beneath the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips and covered up our names."

I randomly memorized this Emily Dickinson poem for a class assnignment in high school. At the time I thought it was so deep and romantic. Looking at it now I am rolling my eyes. Such a great poet, but man, did she take stuff too seriously!

Cryptic 11 years ago

"The Red Wheelbarrow" evades what it seems to invite: a simple, visual interpretation. It seems to be absolutely clear, but, at the same time, it's a riddle. Whatever you may decide the poem means intellectually, as an art-object it holds on to its own indelible shape and colour. Its images are irrefutable, and no amount of verbal rain will ever wash them from the memory they have entered – nor dull the shiny, spring-like, fresh-paint patina of happiness that this particular wheelbarrow seems to carry.

^^^^I'm sorry, but you did ask. Ridiculous, isn't it? Lol.

Dolby 11 years ago

Thank you so much for your sweet comments about Popsie Dulce. Your cats are absolutely gorgeous too! Xoxo

Cryptic 11 years ago

We sure did. It was a whirl of hyperactivity. The weather was great but the heat of Arizona was a bit much. Must have been the altitude. Thanks for the kind words! XO

Cryptic 11 years ago

Thank you! I suddenly felt the need for critters. :)

Cryptic 11 years ago

I miss you! *cries*

Greysolon 11 years ago

I’m letting everyone who has played the “Guess that Scent Game” know that the game has been moved to a more appropriate place in the Forum. You’ll now find “Guess that Scent” in the Miscellaneous section. Look forward to seeing our scent sleuthing friends in our new location.