Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
haruharu.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
namja.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
octopus.
Monday, December 13, 2010
rainbow.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
movement.
Monday, November 29, 2010
no matter.
I think sometimes there are just some childhood fears that you will never be able to shake off.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
unsure.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
sanctuary.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
smooth.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
cluster.
Friday, October 29, 2010
pass.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
epigram.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
purity.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
oracle.
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Let me hold your crown, babe.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
eel.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
crystal.
Friday, October 08, 2010
casino.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
skyline.
Monday, September 27, 2010
gold.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
city.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
fingersmith.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
interview.
Monday, September 06, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
sonata.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
voyage.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
original.
Monday, August 23, 2010
option.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 09, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
mink.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
leaf.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
inception
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
vinyl.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
ratatat.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
wheel.
Friday, June 25, 2010
klingon.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
wrap.
Monday, June 21, 2010
buttercup.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
enterprise.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
inheritance.
Friday, June 11, 2010
4D.
Monday, June 07, 2010
tonic.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
cherry.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
baroque.
Friday, May 28, 2010
dolce
Thursday, May 27, 2010
dydx.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
fireworks.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
ghostly.
Saturday, May 08, 2010
corum.
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
skim.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
bejeweled.
There is nothing sadder than a childless couple. It breaks my heart to see them relaxing around swimming pools in Florida, sitting all suntanned and miserable on the decks of their boats -- trotting off to Europe like lonesome fools. It's an empty life. Nothing but money to spend, more time to enjoy and a whole lot less to worry about.
The poor childless couple are so wrapped up in themselves, you have to feel sorry for them. They don't fight over the child's discipline, don't blame each other for the child's most obnoxious characteristics, and they miss all the fun of doing without for the child's sake. They just go along, doing whatever they want, buying what they want and liking each other. It's a pretty pathetic picture.
Everyone should have children. No one should be allowed to escape the wonderful experience that accompanies each stage in the development of the young -- the happy memories of sleepless nights, coughing spells, tantrums, diaper rash, debts, "dipso" baby sitters, saturated mattresses, emergencies and never-ending crises.
How dismal is the peaceful home without the constant childish problems that make a well-rounded life and an early breakdown; the tender, thoughtful discussions when the report card reveals the progeny to be one step below a moron; the end-of-the-day reunions with all the joyful happenings recited like well-placed blows to the temples.
Children are worth it. Every moment of anxiety, every sacrifice, every complete collapse pays off as a fine, sturdy adolescent is reached. The feeling of reward the first time you took the boy hunting -- he didn't mean to shoot you, the lad was excited. Remember how he cried? How sorry he was? And how much better you felt after the blood transfusion? These are the times a man with a growing son treasures -- memories that are captured forever in the heart and the limp.
Think back to the night of romantic adventure when your budding daughter eloped with the village idiot. What childless couple ever shared in the stark realism of that drama? Aren't you a better man for having lived richly, fully, acquiring that tic in your left eye? Could a woman without children touch the strength and heroism of your wife as she tried to fling herself out of the bedroom window?
The childless couple live in a vacuum. They fill their lonely days with golf, vacation trips, dinner dates, civic affairs, tranquility, leisure and entertainment. There is a terrifying emptiness without children, but the childless couple are too comfortable to know it.
You just have to look at them to see what the years have done: He looks boyish, unlined and rested; she's slim, well-groomed and youthful. It isn't natural. If they had had kids, they'd look like the rest of us -- worn out, wrinkled and exhausted.