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Jan. 30th, 2004
1. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
2. He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
3. Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
4. I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small-
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
5. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away
6. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
2. He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
3. Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
4. I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small-
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
5. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away
6. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
Kai! Ina da bambaro ciken kaina!
Jan. 30th, 2004 04:25 pmThe icicle is gone from the back door. I don't know whether it died during the drive home, or while A was in the garage which is slightly warmer than the outside air, enough for the accumulated snow to be slushy on the floor.
I stopped off at PetCo Wednesday night to pick up fish food and fish litter and fish litter pan container thingy refills, and wandered around a bit looking at cute adorable small furry critters--they have a *giant* *rat*! I want one!--and fish and stuff, before I actually bothered to get on with what I'd gone in there for and start reading cat food labels. Some of their bettas are really lovely. I am starting to want to raise bettas, but I think the urge I am having is related to my urge to want to raise flowers and vegetables and such, which usually starts a bit later in the season but it's been cold enough that it might have rescheduled. Because fish are, after all, moving plants. Very pretty moving plants, but plants nonetheless. Unless you subscribe to a particular binary taxonomy, in which case only the green ones are plants and all the other ones are lizards.
I spent some of my morning reading a nifty web page about this guy who lives in northern NYS and spends his free time wandering around looking at otters. I started out looking for an otter pattern that I could adapt to tablet-weaving, since my next project that isn't garters is going to be a strap for E's horn. It's currently got a chain that used to be a belt on it, but the metal is not good to be rubbing against the horn, and the strap would be a more period solution. If I can't find an otter I'll just use one of the Anglo-Saxon-type patterns that are out there, and worry about finding otters for trim, but I think it would be cooler if it were an otter. It won't be brocaded, because it will be a shoulder strap, and the brocading would be damaged, so it will either be doubleface or it will be threaded-in.
Not much else. Sleepy. I have a present to wrap when I get home, too.
I stopped off at PetCo Wednesday night to pick up fish food and fish litter and fish litter pan container thingy refills, and wandered around a bit looking at cute adorable small furry critters--they have a *giant* *rat*! I want one!--and fish and stuff, before I actually bothered to get on with what I'd gone in there for and start reading cat food labels. Some of their bettas are really lovely. I am starting to want to raise bettas, but I think the urge I am having is related to my urge to want to raise flowers and vegetables and such, which usually starts a bit later in the season but it's been cold enough that it might have rescheduled. Because fish are, after all, moving plants. Very pretty moving plants, but plants nonetheless. Unless you subscribe to a particular binary taxonomy, in which case only the green ones are plants and all the other ones are lizards.
I spent some of my morning reading a nifty web page about this guy who lives in northern NYS and spends his free time wandering around looking at otters. I started out looking for an otter pattern that I could adapt to tablet-weaving, since my next project that isn't garters is going to be a strap for E's horn. It's currently got a chain that used to be a belt on it, but the metal is not good to be rubbing against the horn, and the strap would be a more period solution. If I can't find an otter I'll just use one of the Anglo-Saxon-type patterns that are out there, and worry about finding otters for trim, but I think it would be cooler if it were an otter. It won't be brocaded, because it will be a shoulder strap, and the brocading would be damaged, so it will either be doubleface or it will be threaded-in.
Not much else. Sleepy. I have a present to wrap when I get home, too.
