September 9, 2011 — 2 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

Gems From the Rubaiyat

XIX
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

September 5, 2011 — 1 min read — Microblog

Benchpress

Benched 1.11111 times the body weight today. Math makes everything more fun.

August 30, 2011 — 1 min read — Microblog

Pipe

A picture of a pipe, is not A PIPE. It represents a pipe and it is still a picture. Of a pipe.

August 29, 2011 — 1 min read — Microblog

Won't Work

“It won’t work.”
“Nonsense! You are only saying that because it never has.”

August 28, 2011 — 1 min read — Microblog

Wings

“You gave me wings when you showed me birds,” said Leonard of Quirm. “I just made what I saw.”

August 26, 2011 — 1 min read — Microblog

Type

I live the same as I type: Fast and with lots of mistakes.