Monday, July 27, 2009

The Grey Man



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»It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward, and if you string it up it dries right out with time.
So raise your glass to that new dollar in the bank we're reaching for.
But the drink was sweeter before we had a dime.

But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to spend your whole life shooting down.

»What do I know?

If you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay.
There area million other fools to make your bed.
And they'll be closing all the shades to keep you right there in that grave.
And I'll be knocking 'cause you never left my head.

But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to spend your whole life counting down.

[What do I know?]


I have been listening to almost nothing but Copeland since before seeing them live last week. Pictures from the concert are here: http://www.facebook.com/675486138 I took these with my sisters Canon Rebel Xsi, and did the editing in Adobe Photoshop, much like the above image, which is, in addition to my sisters photography, just me going crazy with all these sweet brushes I found through this site

Enjoy.

[s.]

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Celebrating two decades of life, love and the pursuit of eternity.



Twenty Years.

“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”
-- Jack London

{I borrowed this quote from Cimera's blog post: ashes. }


I feel like doing a "twenty things" post would be appropriate, but I don't have lots of time. If you comment, post a memory from our friendship. It would be good to remember some things. I am getting old now. Then I will post a "twenty things" post.

Thank you for the well wishes and cheer my dear, dear friends. Facebook is a wonderful thing eh?

[.s]