Let's get the pain out of the way, shall we?
I did something to my shoulder today. I was fine this morning but by the time the evening rolled around and I headed home the pain starting zinging inwards and up towards my neck. OUCH! I haven't done yoga in a while and was planning a class tomorrow evening but if this keeps up I think I'll have to ( Read more... )

This poem caught my eye and I quite liked it so you get to read it as well.
Lights And Shades
The gloomiest day hath gleams of light,
The darkest wave hath bright foam near it;
And twinkles through the cloudiest night
Some solitary star to cheer it.
The gloomiest soul is not all gloom;
The saddest heart is not all sadness;
And sweetly o'er the darkened ( Read more... )

Recent poem that I quite like:

The Winding Stair
by William Butler Yeats
( read here )

I give you Oft in the Stilly Night:
Oft in the stilly night ( Read more... )

What I've been watching:

• I just finished the fourth episode of Katanagatari and now I really wish I was back in L.A. because I'd love to cosplay Yasuri Nanami, Shichika's older sister, at AX this year. She's ridiculously cute but is much stronger than she seems. I must admit that quite like this show. It's really quite fun, with a somewhat revolving ( Read more... )

Nagakaramu kokoro mo shirazu
Kurokami no
Midarete kesa wa
Mono wo koso omoe
[Will he always love me?
I cannot read his heart.
This morning my thoughts
Are as disordered
As my hair.]

~ Lady Horikawa

Taken from the opening page of Charles De Lint's A Pattern of Silver Strings

I am not going to read anyone's LJ today because I am sure there will be jokes and silliness abound which I am not going to partake of but rather I'll throw in a quote that I just found right now that I rather like:
She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a ( Read more... )

An excerpt taken from Unspeak: How Words Become Weapons, How Weapons Become a Message, and How That Message Becomes Reality by Steven Poole:
The US had not declared war on terror itself, since Hollywood still made slasher movies and funfair ghost trains did not become illegal. Rather, the war was supposed to be against terrorism. ... Wars are things ( Read more... )

There is a story of a Zen master whose monastery and surrounding countryside were threatened by the savage destructiveness of a barbaric war lord. Everyone but the old Zen master fled. When the war lord heard that the old monk had not left he was infuriated and came to confront the master. With drawn sword he said to the old man, 'Why haven't you ( Read more... )

I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. ... I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian ( Read more... )