A Moment Shared

Some Things are Harder than Change

2010-12-16T15:15:00.001-06:00

I was your perfect

and You were my shell

We were better, the best

But now our hands

Hold different things

Dividing us, tho' we're closer

The past has dimmed the future

and the appetities of the present fail

The food is good enough, just for eating

Won't stop for a surrender

2009-05-05T23:38:00.001-05:00

A moment of love,
A dream, a sigh.
A kiss-
A cry-
A right, a wrong.
Just stay there.
In these moments.

It's Been A While

2009-04-02T17:44:00.001-05:00

But now might be a good time.

Mille...

2007-12-31T23:59:00.000-06:00

~Interlude~

Domestic Bliss

2007-12-31T23:13:00.000-06:00

We sleep.
Wake with sleepy smiles.
We work.
Enjoying fruits of labor.
We fight.
Wishing the pain would stop.
We make love.
Relishing the connection.
We talk.
Knowing each other is fun.
We do our chores.
Working together is quiet tandem.
We make cookies.. together.
Not because he needs help,
Just because he wants me there.

It's all consumation really.

Best Wishes And All That Pish...

2007-12-30T15:14:00.000-06:00

Fireworks, BD 2006 [REVISION]

You Might Be A Republican If...

2007-12-27T15:32:00.000-06:00

...you are pro-life, but support the death penalty.

Humbug...

2007-12-24T15:09:00.000-06:00

Snowflakes, BD et al 2007 [REVISION]

Decorously Draconian...

2007-12-19T15:23:00.000-06:00

I saw her standing there. The colours of her hair. She knows I can't resist, the pose in her lips. I didn't try to run from it, the temptation as it stared me down. The lonely heart, I hear freely now. I always wanted it, as it wears me down. I want it. Heaven can wait for me now, with an open gate, she watches me, floating, like flowers on the shore. No words coming from her lips, am I crazy?

Title.

Cleaned Clean...

2007-11-27T15:16:00.000-06:00

There was a boy who ran away. He didn't say why, just he had to go. He fled from the smallest sign of threat. This small boy.

There was once this boy who died, when he was playing dead. His features were surrounded by flowers. This breathless boy.

Puppet Strings...

2007-11-25T15:28:00.000-06:00

Untitled, Uncredited 2007

Born Of Frustration...

2007-11-23T15:07:00.000-06:00

Or to end?

Got to do something to feel alive, do it.

I've Been Using Talking Heads Lyrics For Cryptic Post Titles, Same As It Ever Was...

2007-11-19T21:40:00.000-06:00

Reminds me of plumbing...

Lions and Tigers...

2007-11-19T21:17:00.000-06:00

We have many themes and even a trip to the zoo can create more... all things measured by the hippo vs rhino debate, beauty flitting in the butterfly house (and painstaking photos), baby elephants reflect dreams, and, of course, the Penguins.

But none so dear as the little black bear all bristly and bright eyed... now he's a heart grabber.

Oh My.

Kanon Und Gigue In D-Dur Für Drei Violinen Und Basso Continuo

2007-11-12T20:20:00.000-06:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Although No-One Knows What Goes On Inside Your Head, Everything Seems As If You're The Same As You've Always Been...

2007-11-12T19:32:00.000-06:00

There can be no end to anything without something beyond to mark that end and display where nature and human natures can go no further. If we should say for the sake of argument that the whole of space were limited, then if a man moved into the last moments and threw a stone, would you consider that, by all might and muscle that the stone travelled on as it was thrown, or do you think something, 'the end' would stop and block its progression?

Decide, with either assumption and its correlating allowances cuts off escape and forces you to grant that the all things go on and have no bounds. For if his stone is stopped by something from tracing its projection, or freely splashes down, where it started was not the end.

So it will go: no matter where you spot 'the end', consider; what happens to the stone?

Poppies...

2007-11-11T18:44:00.000-06:00

Vets, Uncredited

This Is The 944th Post, That Means This Blog Has 52 More Posts Than BD And More Than 3 Times The Posts Of The Other Side Of The Circle...

2007-11-10T02:14:00.000-06:00

...and we've got less readers than was ever sustained on either.

So let me try to post this again and see if it can muster any of the attention it didn't get the last time.

Categories of anguish tend to merge together: the oppression of depths and the closed evoke dread of the void, the corridors of the kingdom of the dead resound in the far depths of ourselves like the idea of the infinite. This spectacle is a ritual, one infinitely despairing of solitude.

A shudder... Those few seconds, free from vibrations, are an eternity. In them, they condense the depth of interior reflections, funeral exploration of dark labyrinths, from which only the unique and irredeemable end is certain. Would the music be only punctuation and accentuation, the frame more or less hewn from an absolute silence, secretly sought after?

Every being anguished by its own existence experiences an irresistible attraction for those end of the day contemplations. Can it itself foresee what its feeling will be? Weary of life and desiring the night... Or on the contrary, sparking off internally at the sight of the last flaring? Two extreme examples, amongst others, to show the nodal character of that moment when all of each day's conflict are replayed.

I Still Have Mine...

2007-11-09T02:06:00.000-06:00

Untitled, BD 2007

As you store all of this time... - Kubichek! / Start As We Mean To

2 Tens (Continued Continued Continued, This Series Is Almost As Long And As Pointless As The Bloodsport 'Chronicles')...

2007-11-08T22:26:00.000-06:00

Ten Good Actors

001. Samuel L. Jackson
002. Christopher Walken
003. Pete Postlethwaite
004. Gary Oldman
005. Hugo Weaving
006. Michael Caine
007. William H. Macy
008. John Cusack
009. Morgan Freeman
010. Damian Lewis

Ten Bad Or Ugly Actors

001. Kevin Bacon
002. Marlon Brando
003. Randy Quaid
004. Mike Myers
005. Marty Feldman
006. Adam Sandler
007. Mickey Rourke
008. Steve Carrell
009. Danny DeVito
010. Jim Carrey

The Purple-Shirted Eye Stabber Without His Shirt Is A Real Martyr...

2007-11-08T21:47:00.000-06:00

11.02.2007, Kris

When Your Dreams Are Dying, Hold Tight, Don't Give Up, You Can't Forget...

2007-11-08T21:42:00.000-06:00

...do we only get what we give?

Follow Your Heart - I Dare You, You Won't Fall Apart - I Believe In You...

2007-11-08T20:44:00.000-06:00

Now We're Tall Enough I'm On For The Ride, BD 2007

I Don't Have To Sell My Soul, He's Already In Me...

2007-11-07T19:55:00.000-06:00

Has anyone managed to locate any of The Garage Flowers material?

Burst Into Heaven, Looking Down On Me Above, Send Me Home, I Know The Words, Rooms Empty But I Got Plenty...

2007-11-07T17:58:00.000-06:00

10.20.2007, Rob

Things Aren't What They Seem

2007-11-07T10:23:00.000-06:00

Abandonment can be experienced in many different ways and sometimes it looks like something else. The vacuum that's created by people around you who have closed their hearts and minds to you is as vast as the emptiness of rooms when a loved one has departed.

Disappointment wears like disregard when it's really just the pain of knowing that what you needed can't be produced. It divides people better than any wall that could be constructed from bricks.

Things that grow up often grow away and it's easy to forget that the aim was always to go on to something new. Phases are meant to end and when you linger in one while ignoring the next one opening to you the dissonance can be almost unbearable.

It's hard when who you are is not enough for anyone.

Nice Things About B: Notes

2007-11-07T10:21:00.000-06:00

You'd think that after moving here, getting married, and weathering the growing comfortable process, it would stop.

But he still writes me love notes in the middle of the night.

What Would Life Be Like Without...

2007-11-07T00:43:00.001-06:00

...spite?

There are some things I just don't know how to respond to. What does a door that should always be open for me being closed in my face really mean? And, how should I respond to it?

Shite.

Dreams / Layers...

2007-11-06T12:38:00.000-06:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Dumbarton...

2007-11-04T19:14:00.000-06:00

It's getting late between that irritating one million year old blond presenter on Sixty Minutes, the New England Patriots, David Byrne and the startling fact that I've managed to do very little today I feel encouraged that things are levelling out.

If everyone could just listen to the words I say? Selective hearing is a problem with a dog, what would it be called when attributed to a person?

Watch out! You might get what you're after, yeah - then what?

I'm going to miss seeing George dubble-yuh on the TV, no matter what people say about him that face makes me laugh. Kinda like the Dawn Plus advert: JT must think that's how it works in our house. (You'll need to have some memory of seeing the mentioned commercial and a partner with serious resilience to washing dishes to appreciate this humour.)

And already, I want to see some harm come to those "dating goths" just to see where their METAL is. Also, that new Radiohead album, doesn't sound too much like Radiohead; it's pretty good.

NB. And no, it's miles and miles away from where I started...

And You'll Ask Yourself...

2007-11-04T19:09:00.000-06:00

She...

2007-11-04T01:50:00.000-05:00

Her body as it rests in my mind, is a thing of the most perfect beauty. It has a softness like nothing else, a scent like nothing else and the sweet paleness of her skin hides a warmth without compare. Her body as it rests in my hands, restlessly is a object of considerable desire. It is draped in an intoxicating provocation to lust, a figure of gentle curves from the allure of her collar to the cup of her seat.

Holding her, whether it be in memory or in the flat of my chest fills me with a sense of happiness that I could have experienced otherwise. She is my wife and that's not the half of it.

She is a complete picture: mind body and soul, I'm lucky to have found her even if it means putting up with her inability to recognize compliment...

Bill Was Ugly, Like His Dad...

2007-10-31T12:51:00.000-05:00

A Reflective Portrait, BD 2007

I'm not so bad in that comparison - I want to see that you care...

2 Tens (Continued Continued)...

2007-10-30T16:21:00.000-05:00

Ten Good Surprises

001. Sunday breakfast with the paper
002. Open minded, RE: music
003. Bestest friend
004. Cooking
005. Blogs
006. Working relationships
007. Red Dwarf
008. Vista
009. New friends
010. Still hard to interpret

Ten Bad Surprises

001. Ghosts
002. Movies with 'abrupt' endings
003. Control
004. Blog reviews
005. General reviews
006. Hard disc failure
007. Incompetent legal persons
008. Comparisons
009. Family meetings
010. Inconsistency

In The Garden (Continued)...

2007-10-30T16:05:00.000-05:00

Recurring, BD 2007

Get Up, Eat, Make Love, Sleep...

2007-10-29T15:51:00.000-05:00

...repeat: Culture?

I Had To Explain The Purple Leash...

2007-10-29T15:46:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Falling Away

2007-10-28T17:42:00.000-05:00

Autumn is the season of dying, releasing, storing away... preparation for a dark and dreamless sleep.

In the last few months I've experienced a painful falling away of things that have clung close for many years. It is a relief in some ways, extremely painful in other ways.

The brief window of time that seemed to be the closing of many things has opened into a time of questioning, wondering and a new season of waiting.

It is my hope that the summer's work will feed use through the winter.

Morphine Is Green Like Krypton...

2007-10-27T23:21:00.000-05:00

Be Obscure Clearly...

2007-10-27T14:16:00.000-05:00

There is not much else to report...

It Hasn't All Been Bad...

2007-10-20T23:13:00.000-05:00

Can't Think, BD 2007

If You Think the World is Against You..

2007-10-19T21:38:00.000-05:00

...you've over estimated your importance. - Just Thinking

Or, you're just a complete and utter bastard.

We Wonder All Wrong, I'm Ready For The Funeral...

2007-10-18T19:48:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Track 6 (00:43)...

2007-10-17T14:52:00.000-05:00

Just that bit where the almost siren like violin becomes vocal, trailing off into the fader of the bass and bringing attention to the strings of the four piece orchestra. Piano picks up and charges for the beat, percussion and bells - my mind was raging for a year...

Name that track?

She Is My...

2007-10-16T23:53:00.000-05:00

Everything, Leah Schreiber 2006

People Have Lists...

2007-10-16T11:54:00.000-05:00

People talk about having dreams. Goals for life. We try to just wish the chapters in our life, I remember an early pre-me JT post which listed out how her life hadn't been so bad cause she felt she could check off the items on this list. I don't know what happens to these lists as we churn on through but I have always had one desire from life, maybe it sums the lists without numerals and to be honest I've had it, lost it, swapped it, grabbed it, damaged it, found it, treasured it and prayed for it.

Greens...

2007-10-16T11:49:00.000-05:00

Restriction? Must Be Half The Fun, Considering...

2007-10-15T11:30:00.000-05:00

Wanting to be more than we are, diminishes us in the harshest way?

Wanting what we are eligible for, regardless of status and not getting it; that just makes us more determined, right?

To be chasing our new found rights, extending our new found wealth and still recieve nothing in return, that wouldn't wear anyone down...

Suicide Is Easy, What Happened To The Revolution...

2007-10-15T09:13:00.000-05:00

Untitled, Nick Jago 2006

Write (Down) Wrote...

2007-10-14T23:57:00.000-05:00

We will never be (the same). Outside, time, (with the worlds largest pencil trying to) write a guide (not to follow on the road you are on to read it). Sometime inside this life, drowning away, (2000 odd years of) this pointless charade(; or 78 years on average). Compromised with (wanting) some prize, (the blind,) turn around... It's (not) a car park I'm going to. This is how it feels, to be, when your work means (nothing at) all. Trust (me you can't recover, from) hope. Not (even by drinking) for love, just wrap it up and open (faux) presents, maybe you'll get an overcoat so that when I walk (out after having enough, cutting us) off, heading (for some bar, the rain won't get) to you.

I'll never matter like that (weather).

He's Not Aware, She Doesn't Care...

2007-10-14T23:43:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Together, Apart...

2007-10-11T23:25:00.000-05:00

When she is gone, I wait for her to come back. When we sleep, I sleep surrounded by her sounds of rest. When I am out, I think about returning to her. When she looks at me, my smiles see her. When I talk, she is the only audience I want - for my over-spilling.

There is something about her, with me even when she is not around, within my senses.

Chutes? What Do You Mean...

2007-10-11T23:20:00.000-05:00

10.11.2007, Matt 2007

Time to Clean the Closet

2007-10-09T21:28:00.000-05:00

As we are trying to get into a routine and keep things moving forward it seems like so many little things get in the way and 9pm (time for down time to start) rolls around way too soon.

Earlier I wasted precious minutes looking for my green sweat pants. It seems that having too much is almost as bad as having not enough.

~JT

(Seven Years Into Another Century) Rabbits vs. Humans: Hungry And Horny...

2007-10-09T20:35:00.000-05:00

I'm pretty sure I recall a quote of social icon and en masse idol, Steve McQueen which flickered around the idea life was just about waiting for the races that so entailed in being. Maybe that is where the 'boomers' got the idea of the race of life...

This idea about the race, where the finish line holds little or realistically no appeal to the healthy among us; the potential for there to be a trophy giving many a reason to keep plodding along, even if it is just like George.

Yes, yes I did.

Since none of us really canter along, we're more like greyhounds than horses - there has to be that bait - the chance for a feed even if it is just a con we fall for the sparkled smile every time. That fake hare, like the botox, the rebates, the low fat new and improved, the 9-11 and the interest free credit.

I could go on, the tax break, the cutie at work (after office hours), the last Oreo, the lottery win, lettuce and carrots really anything that, might, for a second, be the only thing that we can think to want. Want, what should be we be willing to take a bullet for when the sense of duty and the notion of honour gone, replaced by an unholy concept of overkill?

I could've joint some plastic girl and had a house with two levels, two garages, a SUV, a coupe and a story of heartbreak but I thought to be different: to wrestle with this accepted norm. You could call it, rebellion? I picked a very complete and difficult (at times) to manage woman, a house with an influx of dog hair, one unusable garage and a black saloon.

However, with house hunting I was like a raccoon to a shiny thing drawn in by a two level suburbia house with two garages. I was told in a certain way I was no kind of rebel and the story of a heartbreak doesn't seem to me matter now, I'm only hearing or seeing more than I have to say or show. Maybe, differently, I've moved onward and upwards in the world... Do you have somewhere else to be? When I am trying to set myself apart, holding it together for more than my part? What's the bait...

NB. I'm not shifting on the car.

Can't they just stay in this grass, its safe here.

I'm happy, my life has been steadily improving over the last couple of years and after a recent dip I feel as if it's back on track - my path is that little bit clearer and my mistakes are that much more obvious. I'm trying to be better, to change where others can't and still be, me. I largely have what I want, what I picked and when there are options there were decisions, something which seems to be forgotten?

My light, she's like starlight, still an inspiration.

Still a loneliness creeps in and around me at times, I can't explain it but the rabbits are solo when they make the dash. Always being watched in some way or another, an awareness of thy self drags at my spirit. The farmer ready to pull the trigger. The shadow a target, dripping out in splotches on all the green around me, the skeleton and the fences tired and easily ruptured.

What I want doesn't always want me, want me to want it, want the same as I want or interpret it the way I do. The salesman telling me I really want what is on the other side, after the 100m, promising my weakness that its worth it. Oh my god. Yeah, him too.

Talking to a TV, or a song, those tall ears listening to a silence and suffering the wrath of patiently waiting for expression (at the wrong times).

The idea of having had enough of living life in these social and historical cuffs feels a few heavy analyses away, which calibre of shells, what exactly am I taking on?

Don't just say it, to please me? Temptation. What is easy - I don't need to be in a relationship? Running away, without thought to the consequence, from the safety of the tall grass through the barb wire and into the open, the line of sight, stupid...

It Hurts Sometimes...

2007-10-09T20:27:00.000-05:00

Patient-ce, BD 2007

Pennant...

2007-10-08T17:27:00.000-05:00

New and bold, trust issues, threes, head-shoulders-knees-and-toes-knees-and-toes, on my way, late, decay, noose, corpse, what's free, black cats, devil, sea, streets, cracked roads, weight, under, depression, Hershey's, some girl and how she ruined my life somehow, stoned, high, wasted, sober, slap, arrest, cardiac, hamstring, sunset, leaves, amber and gold, Marlboro, 3M, 5:35pm, family meetings, heritage, stupidity, tell me, tell you, insurance, ID, finance, crash, cash, blue, ice, dog, later, poker, ranch dressing, candles, bites, sex, making love, bathroom, shaving, cuts, blood, red, heart, drum, bass...

Gods Own Zilla Holds No Fear...

2007-10-08T16:35:00.000-05:00

Heart Of The City, Mark Tatulli 2007

1.92...

2007-10-06T16:45:00.000-05:00

She said I was a gift, that I was special, that I saw her not just for all she is but all she can be.

The first from one hundred was my answer before the question was asked...

Directives Are Posted...

2007-10-04T16:47:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Avis...

2007-10-03T16:51:00.000-05:00

I work at night... - REM / Daysleeper

A Love Affair Begins...

2007-10-03T08:54:00.000-05:00

http://bd022.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr-darcy.html

Spine...

2007-09-30T16:52:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

II, But No Sequel...

2007-09-26T22:32:00.000-05:00

Dearly beloved...

Cut The Fever...

2007-09-25T01:03:00.001-05:00

Bones, supporting the stretched out flesh covering surrounding my beating heart, counting down from one over and over when there can't be anymore and there shouldn't be any less...

Don't break your back, if you ever hear this. Well don't answer that... - Coldplay / See You Soon

It's like a long straw replaced the knife.

Panacea...

2007-09-24T11:22:00.000-05:00

I hope people don't mind hoping... It's a wasted ride otherwise.

Turn Us Around, They Pleaded As If In The Face Of Some Great Danger...

2007-09-22T10:32:00.000-05:00

http://a-moment-shared.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-dreams-of-sharing-little-things.html

When There Is Only One Petal Left...

2007-09-19T13:01:00.000-05:00

He / She Loves Me...
So what do we mean by love?

Loving JT lets me see things other people do not see. Beneath the surface, the beaten outer layer to the qualities which makes her my beloved, my special and my beautiful.

Seeing with loving eyes, is to somehow understand without knowing the inner beauty and the feeling of to be loved is to be seen, and known, as we are known to no other.

One who loves us, gives us a gift: a piece of ourselves, but a piece that only they could give us. The one I love, who loves me brought the missing piece...

Look Up Through The Trees To Feel As Small As You Can, Hear The Clocks: Counting Down...

2007-09-19T12:55:00.000-05:00

See The Lights, BD 2006 [REVISION]

Fortune Cookie...

2007-09-17T18:03:00.000-05:00

11 15 20 21 28 39 - You will step on the soil of many countries in your lifetme.

You're A Woman, I'm Still A Machine...

2007-09-17T17:12:00.000-05:00

Dilbert 2007-09-03, Scott Adams

Time, Professionalism, Logic, Incorporation, Organization...

In Short...

2007-09-16T23:43:00.000-05:00

JT and I today had a list of things to do. It wasn't particularly long or gruelling, but it has become common place for the two of us to fail in completing our plans.

We can get 90% done, or all but one thing, or WalMart has run out of that kind, or Sweetness and Light aren't so Sweet and Light, or we enjoy being tangled up in the bed sheets too much, or as JT says the days need to be eight hours longer. Now I have certainly not suffered this problem before - and JT claims she has not - in the past year we have relaxed our grip on to-do listing our days for the sake of one another, but not we're meant to be getting things done for each other we're finding we need an extra few minutes or the store is closed or JT forgets to get a paper or I am a 'lump in bed'...

We think we should post 3 times a week. So basically, in short keep your eyes peeled as we go into another bout with Blogger commitment.

The Subtle Differences About My New Home...

2007-09-15T00:36:00.000-05:00

Untitled, Uncredited

Kontrol...

2007-09-14T00:29:00.000-05:00

Do we talk a lot or a little? Do we make good use of our communications or not? Should we be trying to develop or should we become stagnant and typically vacant? What works best? The volume in the silence or the deafening pounding potential critic-kall-ity of that heart to heart?

Who should control a relationship, should there be control, what would it look like, when did power-sharing ever work, dictatorship aren't acceptable are they?

What's better: sharp or blunt?

Where Is The Big Red 'Do Not Press' Button? No, Not That One...

2007-09-13T10:25:00.000-05:00

Half the kids who you grew up with, were pushing prams by the time that they were just sixteen.
If love is a drug then where is the cure?
For the girl who used to talk to you about her dream.
And all the boys with all their toys, couldn't see the signs as we scortched out eyes with nicotine.
And the grown ups said, listen to your heads-
But our hearts were crying out for heroes on T.V. screens.
Now this song is about you.
Now this song is about...
Changes in your mind-
Changes in your life, changes in the times and the reason you can't sleep at night.
And the reason you gave up the fight.
Half the kids that aren't pushing prams are pushing pills to boys and girls that are half their age.
And the pubs and clubs are full of drunks, that dont remember the day the were born or even remember their names.
An old man sings a tune but hes drowned out by a fight next to a fruit machine.
And all of this, our hearts our nation, a total lack of civilization-
Will it ever be the same? - Enemy / This Song

Shake With Excitement...

2007-09-13T09:51:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Toll-Booth...

2007-09-07T12:27:00.000-05:00

The person you have in mind is lost. That's the picture I'm getting. He believes he is lost in the middle ofan ipenetrable forest. His head is full of trees. Branches he's bumping into. Brambles he's tangled up in. Paths that lead... Animals that jeer at him and run away. Here and there a glimpse of his elusive maiden, wearing a dress of cloth. The sun is sinking. The shadows are darkening.

Three Is Company, No, Wait, That's Two...

2007-09-07T12:22:00.000-05:00

Untitled, DDOI 2007

Obviously...

2007-09-06T14:21:00.000-05:00

Intravenous Agnostic would be a good title for a post...

Thirty Days Has September...

2007-09-06T14:08:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Nice Things About B: Daring

2007-08-30T17:41:00.000-05:00

It's not that he makes comments about passers by, it's that he says them loud enough to be heard by the subject in question.

Something Purple For My Yellow...

2007-08-29T09:25:00.000-05:00

Today I have seen things I had thought about for a long time, what it is to be Purple. I don't think of it as one of those fleeting, psuedo- sentiments that couples tend to exchange - like being so 'different' from anything ever experienced in the past, etc.

Being Purple is being that depth, being that mystery, being the sonnet between our layers and its presence is so important. The moments it flickers like those candles near the draft are difficult, inconsistent and can be quite dangerous.

I am surrounded by new things, large things, different things, but my centre is with me. I appreciate her, balancing me on our path, the circle we are entwined into with her yellows. I drove around these new surroundings and I was filled with thoughts on how I appreciate what is in me and why I am in this new place. I appreciate I am going to have to adjust and just like the long walk down Regent Street I am sure it's worth it.

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning / XLIII

Colours And Leaves...

2007-08-28T09:11:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

Pukka Thoughts...

2007-08-28T09:03:00.000-05:00

Let's not.

It's A Weed But...

2007-08-28T09:00:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

My Head Is Filled With Disease...

2007-08-27T12:29:00.000-05:00

...but is my body free?

Over There...

2007-08-27T11:52:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007

This Is Not How We Planned It...

2007-08-23T15:30:00.000-05:00

As I showed my eyes for the last time. Micro-chip...

Words Of Forever...

2007-08-23T15:27:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2006

Riddle Me This, Riddle Me That...

2007-08-22T14:50:00.000-05:00

How is it that in the places where we are supposed to be most conforming and respectful, in the workplace - we are not, we show decent and malice before even the most basic of sense and consideration; yet, in public, at a restaurant when we don't get what we ordered we tend to sit back and 'enjoy' what we ended up with anyway?

HSH...

2007-08-21T16:29:00.001-05:00

Untitled, JT / BD 2006

It's good to be together. With time...

You Know, You Are My Fave And I Love You...

2007-08-21T14:05:00.000-05:00

Everything is technical.

Stand by my side, keep things true and I swear I'll look after you...

It's Been A Blast...

2007-08-21T14:02:00.000-05:00

Interpretations: Disappointment...

2007-08-20T16:27:00.000-05:00

What is disappointment, really?

Not being able to answer?

Or just not knowing what isn't disappointing...

More Nuptial...

2007-08-20T16:23:00.000-05:00

Untitled, BD 2007 [REVISION]

These Moments...

2007-08-15T12:10:00.000-05:00

I have been in my new home for just under a week, I have been hurt, upset, irritated, surprised and disappointed; but I'm here with the thing that makes me happiest. She makes even the worst moments not-so-bad and the great moments great.

We're sorry that the blog has taken a down turn in publication, I've no doubt this will be remedied quite soon...

Today is a further entwining linking moment.

How Long Is Regent Street Anyway? (Continued)...

2007-08-15T10:19:00.000-05:00

Regent Street, Route Master Heritage

It was worth the walk...

Mission: Not-So Impossible...

2007-08-08T19:54:00.000-05:00

I-129F Sent: 2007-01-24
I-129F NOA1: 2007-02-14
I-129F NOA2: 2007-05-03
NVC Received: 2007-05-15
NVC Left: 2007-05-17
Consulate Received: 2007-05-23
Packet 3 Received: 2007-05-28
Packet 3 Sent: 2007-07-02
Packet 4 Received: 2007-07-21
Interview Date: 2007-08-02
Visa Received: 2007-08-08
US Entry: 2007-08-09
Comments: 2007-04-03 Touched, 2007-05-01 Touched, 2007-05-03 Application Approved, 2007-06-15 Medical, 2007-07-31 Met B in London, 2007-08-08 Visa Received (After 11am even though payment was for the pre-8am delivery...), 2007-08-09 (6AM GMT) We're away, and I'm here making sure B gets on the plane; 2007-08-09 (8PM CST) Home sweet home.

What next...

Remember Quixotic? Or Not...

2007-08-07T16:14:00.000-05:00

#151, Josh Cochran 2007

Vision, 20 Hours...

2007-08-07T14:16:00.000-05:00

We will be heading home in about 34 hours time, we're not tidied or packed or anything...