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My (coffee) cup runneth over | letterbyletter: composing life.
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My (coffee) cup runneth over. Posted on October 1, 2010. This morning, an angel in the form of the postman delivered an unexpected surprise from Tyler and Rachel. Ohmygoodness. Coffee. Rich, chocolatey, smooth coffee. Ten short minutes after opening the package, Zack. And I transformed this. Into a delicious this. Larr; Embracing the inner tourist. Pretty kitty →. 2 Responses “My (coffee) cup runneth over” →. October 3, 2010. What a sweet and thoughtful gift! You guys are decaf drinkers now?
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Newer posts →. Zack gets an iPad. June 11, 2010. And I have the animated gif to prove it. [Happy birthday, Zack.]. While we waited a bronto died. May 13, 2010. Last night at The Triple Door, while waiting for the genius Rafael Anton Irisarri, aka “The Sight Below,” (he did a breathtaking version of Arvo Pärt’s Für Alina) and the equally inspired Jóhann Jóhannsson, Zack and I did a little comic jam. An evening Alki stroll. May 10, 2010. Eating Animals (never again). February 10, 2010. January 5, 2010.
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My life as it is so far–in blurbs, books, pics and sporadic postings. Be the first to start a conversation. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Arts & Letters Daily.
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Embracing the inner tourist | letterbyletter: composing life.
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Embracing the inner tourist. Posted on September 28, 2010. A few weekends ago, with proof of Cambridge residence in hand to gain free admission, we set out for a few self-guided tours of surrounding colleges. Standing in the middle of a chapel. Where construction started in 1446, it’s impossible not to be a tourist. (I mean, the King’s College Chapel organ contains Henry VIII’s initials! Larr; We’ve arrived. My (coffee) cup runneth over →. 3 Responses “Embracing the inner tourist” →. Error: Twitter ...
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Pascal | transcending chaos
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Blink your eyes 1 for yes 2 for no. September 29, 2008. Thanks to a certain RELS 465 class I’ve been going to on Wednesday evenings, I have found myself reacquainted with Blaise Pascal and his brilliance. Here are just a few aphorisms from the Pensees:. 253 Two extremes: to exclude reason, to admit reason only. 280 The knowledge of God is very far from the love of him. Laquo; we have a piano now. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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TENEBRAE REFLECTION | lalbe
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Psalm 22: 6-8, 14-15. Hurricane Katrina happened more than three years ago, yet the Gulf Coast remains in parts: broken, in every stage of demolition and rebuilding, still incomplete. We ask the questions: why don’t you get up? Why don’t you rebuild? Why don’t you save yourselves? Broken. Years of history and culture poured out like the water rushing over homes and families. Save themselves? Scorned by the water that was its very way of life:. I am poured out like water. Broken, forgotten…. You are comme...
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He Sang of the Sanguine: A Thing of Fragile Toughness
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. A Thing of Fragile Toughness. The beach in summer. That’s how I knew I missed my Lucie. Her skin looked browner than the sand itself. Her smile always at the ready. Sometimes I fashioned myself an inward image of her whole being made up of glittering pearls and oiled leather, a conglomerate beauty, a thing of fragile toughness. Penned by Noah Champion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
