Heartbreaking Genius

R. I. P. Pretty Poly.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

And now some words from the self-confessed Borstal Boy himself:

"All publicity is good, except an obituary notice."
"I'm a drinker with a writing problem."
"Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they''ve seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves."
"I have never seen a situation so dismal that a policeman couldn't make it worse."
"I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence."
"New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment...a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat."
"The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of mattress stuffing in it, if you could get a match, was as good a smoke as I ever tasted."
"The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less."
"The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you."

Brendan Behan
Feb. 9, 1923 Dublin, Ire. March 20, 1964 Dublin

Power to the People

right on!

TIme for Annual Post

yeah, the blogging hasn't been consistent around here. but here is a condensed review of the year's highlights...

January=picked up my new car. (middle youngest and youngest)

at the volvo factory in Goteberg

February=a gruelling-I mean enjoyable 3 days at Rawhide Ranch with the Brownies.

(youngest)

march=girl scout cookie time. (youngest middle)

a coveted booth spot at the local Trader Joe"s

in April, a bridal tea (for my eldest)

can you spy the mother-in-law-to-be (me)?

Project Runway-toilet paper bridal dresses modeled for bride-to-be (the judge):

to be continued

Again?

photo courtesy of hannah at bittersweet



It was a few years ago that I started this half-hearted blog on New Year's day, and nothing and everything is the same.

Still limping along with the knitting...

These were to be Christmas presents, personalized with the favorite flavor (color) of it's recipient. So far I have yet to complete the prototype Blueberry (my favorite) for my Blackberry. I can always save them for next year. I found the pattern at (hannah) bittersweet's blog when searching the internet for a cellphone cozy pattern. Thanks, hannah!



http://bittersweetblog.wordpress.com/2007/05/07/putting-the-art-back-in-pop-tarts/



New Year's resolutions are in order:

Post to this blog once a week.

Include some knitting content, including my "beginner" exploits-I do still consider myself a beginner.

Start attending my ukulele club's jam sessions again.

Learn a new french-word-a-day. With my calendar, and this fantastic resource.

http://www.french-word-a-day.typepad.com/

Kristin has the gift of the poet and soul of an artist.

Renew friendships with long lost friends. (Hello punks!)

Just some of my resolutions.

Happy New Year.

My Aristocratic Title

These are assigned at a funny website I linked to from the Mason-Dixon blog.

Here's Mine.

Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:

Grand Duchess Michele the Unctuous of Bismorton Shropcake

Get yours here: http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/peculiartitle.php

Excuse me while I go look up the definition of "unctuous"...somehow it doesn't sound too good.

Belated St. Brigid's Day

My contribution to the offerings already posted blogwide on the web.

Suicide in the Trenches



I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With cramps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Sieegfried Sassoon


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At7-COGkCdc


I pray the tide turns and Bush gives up on this madness.