The Joint Ascension

In keeping with the spirit of most of our blogs thus far, I feel that I must bitch about work. The daily grind, the nine to five, the minutes of my youth being flushed down the drain of retail madness. I happen to be at work right now. I don't think anyone else here is aware that we have a cable modem. It is... my saving grace. Last night I went with Ryan and Carrie to Koreatown to watch the soccer game. It was so fun.

Not Love Perhaps


This is not love perhaps--Love that lays down
Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown--
But something written in a lighter ink, said in a lower tone;
Something perhaps especially our own:
A need at times to be together and talk--
And then the finding we can walk
More firmly through dark and narrow places
And meet more easily nightmare faces:
A need to reach out sometimes hand to hand--
And then find Earth less like an alien land:
A need for alliance to defeat
The whisperers at the corner of the street:
A need for inns on roads, islands in seas, halts for discoveries to be shared,
Maps checked and notes compared:
A need at times of each for each
Direct as the need of throat and tongue for speech.


--A.S.J. Tessimond
(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962)

Too good to just stay on my blog...too good not to repeat. :)

Once upon a time.....