Sunday, September 29, 2002|
The Julie/Julia Project converges Potage Crème de Cresson and Le Slayer but in so doing misses the inception of le septieme, a regrettable loss. 2:10:03 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Don't Look Up
Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead I learned to pray today On my knees in my living room When the world turned to fire In the heart of desire And love faded into the gloom Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead Brothers they fell from above Sisters they took off their shoes The brave ones ran in Never came out again Now we are torn and confused Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead Is there no end to the pain Born in the souls of men? Can no love redeem Is there no holy stream Where our spirits can be cleansed? Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead I learned to pray today On my knees in my living room When the sky turned to fire In the heart of desire And love faded into the gloom Love faded into the gloom Love faded into the gloom © 2001 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Gospel 1:57:37 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Andrew (art is a form of pretension) has a suh-weet template. I must have one.... 1:16:55 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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Just discovered that for, say, oh, two years, I've been listing Photoshop, Canvas and Graphic Converter in the word processing section of the toolbox page on my main site. That's got to be good for business, eh? 1:12:15 AM | permalink | comment [] |
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It's funny but when I sit down to write in this space my first instinct is to snatch someone else's words and pictures that reflect, or oppose, my own. It's difficult to simply release my perspective; I reflexively look for the security of an object with apparent weight.
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But the truth is I love eating out and I just had a fantastic meal at a new fine dining room here in Owen Sound (the picture is purely suggestive, graciously stolen from 
Peppercorn steak, prime rib au jus, rack of lamb, filet, lobster - serious retro decadence. Old school, my friends. And this from a guy who whines about SUVs 
Lagavulins, whisky sours and (o...my...god) specialty coffees - as in Spanish, Monte Cristo, Italian? But the truly wonderful bit was . . .
