Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Friday, May 6, 2011

Sight of the day

Two grown men walking down the street, leaning on each other, holding hands. I bet you ten bucks they were straight.

Three cheers for public displays of affection.

I have left the garden and its incredible adjacent soup stand. I've traded it for a room with a balcony and comforting street noise. The soup on this block is just ok, but the Vietnamese rice pancakes? Fantastic.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne
Devotions upon
Emergent Occasions, no. 17
1624 (published)