My son, Ezra, is four and just started using the word "love" in any situation he can.
I just heard him say to his younger brother, "Asa, come here."
Asa, being two, replied as he does to everything, "Why?"
Ezra said, "Because I love you."
here's to hoping he doesn't unlearn that. i think he's in good hands.
Posted by jeremy at February 28, 2004 05:02 PMgosh - i am almost giddy with the power to suggest writing topics.
i will be kind and give you options to choose from. ranging from the obscure to the sublime.
first - click the url for a picture - one that haunts me - don't know if you can tell from the computer - but the two large figures are made of bricks.
Or - one of these topics: your favorite picture of yourself, gumball machines, the really horrible and cheesy song that you love anyway because of the memory that goes with it, a perfect moment in time, iron-on t-shirts
Or - random quotes - I pulled two books I knew I had marked up and looked for a part I had highlighted:
"within the wrists and elbows lay slumbering the mastery of horses" (Faulkner)
"What is life, indeed, without curtains?" she secretly asked herself; and she appeared to herself to have been leading hitherto an existance singularly garish and totally devoid of festoons". (James)
wow. so many good options. thanks. look forward to it.
Posted by jeremy at February 28, 2004 07:07 PMcaptivated
smoky jazz
...is worse at night...
hitch hiking
I can't get enough of...
Vino
then I panicked
caught in a storm
things that calm me
my insomnia
your long golden toes
limacious
that thing she does with her mouth
while under the car...
the thing that puts me in a trance
I was terrified that night...
my dark gods
compulsions
obsessed with
when i get old...
I always carry with me...
what i heard through the wall
under the tree
the sadness of geography
naps
imaginary friends
are there bats in your belfry?
"if you eat pickles at night they give you nightmares."
"music exists to say things that words cannot say. which is why it is not entirely human." - All the Mornings of the World
"Only the man who has had to face despair is really convinced that he needs mercy." - Thomas Merton
"The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless." Merton
"I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet..." - Wendell Berry
If you're a cowboy and you're dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading a magazine.
-Jack Handy
"And maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
Well it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah" - Jeff Buckley
gypsy, you're the queen. what am i supposed to do now? you've given me the old testament. to alleviate the stress of having to choose, i'm going to have to write them on leaves, throw them in the air, and whichever lands last, that's the one. thank you.
Posted by jeremy at February 28, 2004 10:56 PMdoing doughnuts with the chapman kids in your amigo when it snowed that time.
Posted by emily jane at February 29, 2004 12:03 AMHas Starbucks and the expensive java craze, with its fashionable cups and seemingly ubiquitous presence, turned coffee into as much of an accessory as an addiction?
Posted by Keyne at February 29, 2004 05:48 AMsmoothness
Posted by coup at February 29, 2004 02:15 PMHow society is stratified into:
1. single folks
2. married folks with no children
3. married folks with children
How most church people AND a consumerist society define me by what I don't have.
Posted by jeep at February 29, 2004 04:45 PMReformation Spirits
Posted by zach at February 29, 2004 05:59 PMWrite about how blond mole hairs miraculously turn dark the longer you've been cutting them.
Posted by everly at March 1, 2004 09:09 PMeve,
that makes even me queasy. sick. i knew i could count on you.
Posted by jeremy at March 1, 2004 09:38 PMworst opening line for a novel
Posted by zach at March 4, 2004 04:15 PMsoita vielä mummolleni
Posted by ruma tyhmä kana at September 24, 2004 02:33 PM