(1) Firenze

The morn when first it thunders in March,
The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say:
As I leaned and looked over the aloed arch
Of the villa-gate this warm March day,
No flash snapped, no dumb thunder rolled
In the valley beneath where, white and wide
And washed by the morning water-gold,
Florence lay out on the mountain-side.

-Robert Browning

(2) Griffin House

I went to Amsterdam;
I got so lost
Down the way.
I took the crooked path;
I wish that I'd never stayed.
I cannot change the past;
Can I change?
Change the past?

-Griffin House

(3) Tasha Tilberg

[no words]

Moderation is not my friend...

Lake Livingston less five feet of water. I would not have advised diving.


The lake was cold and also there really wasn't all that much of it to enjoy, so we turned to other means of entertainment - Axis and Allies and Halo 2 played simultaneously for something like fifteen hours, followed by showings of Gladiator, Saving Private Ryan, and the like. I felt very secure in my manhood by the end of the day.


In addition to wasting away the day on mindless entertainment, we gorged ourselves with copious amounts of unhealthy food. It was fabulous.

You're free!

Marylin Monroe and other things of far inferior importance...

My roommates and I had a slumber party! Fun! That or I was testing out a new purchase. You decide.

Marilyn Monroe is dead.

I plan on taking the tent on a test drive Friday night at Inks Lake (see below) with Jason [edit: he bailed out and therefore qualifies as a loser]. I will set up the tent, sleep, take down the tent, and then proceed to travel with much haste to the city of perpetual smog. [edit: yeah, I pretty much went straight to H-town.]

Word of the Day -> alpenglow: a reddish glow seen near sunset or sunrise on the summits of mountains. [edit: a reddish glow seen near sunset or sunrise on the summits of corporate skyscrapers]