Out Now: No Negotiations
First and foremost, I want to draw your attention to this article and strongly urge you to read it thoroughly. We as Canadians have both a right and a responsibility to educate ourselves, as well as act accordingly. I have written to each of Prime Minister Stephen Harper, the Minister of National Defence, Gordon O’Connor, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Peter G. MacKay. Feel free to let myself and other readers of this blog know what, if any, action you took in this regard.
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In other, less pressing news, dogsitting will apparently continue for a little over another week. Though truth be told, I don’t mind one bit. I continue to have fun with these monkeys, and they’re still the best part of my day. The following is a 55-second video I recorded of the boys doing a little wrestling when they thought no one was watching.
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Last, and certainly most least, I have started watching yet another television series. This time I’m tackling HBO’s “Big Love,” starring Bill Paxton, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloë Sevigny, Ginnifer Goodwin and the legendary Harry Dean Stanton. The show follows a home improvement store owner (Paxton) living in Salt Lake City with his three wives (Tripplehorn, Sevigny and Goodwin). I haven’t yet decided if this show is supposed to be a drama, a comedy, a satire (to a degree) or a combination of all three. I am currently six episodes into the first season, and it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth that I decided I’d watch the entire first season. The character development in this series was excrutiatingly slow, and I feel as though many of them, even at this point, are still fairly 1-dimensional. In theory, an HBO-produced show about a polygamist and his wives should have been highly interesting and entertaining. Unfortunately, I think they fell short of the mark on this one.
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Post Edit
Vanessa, through her blog, reminded me of a beautiful poem I had recently forgotten about until now. I had to share it.
“I Carry Your Heart” by E. E. Cummings
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
Anywhere I go, my dear
And whatever is done by only me
Is your doing, my darling
I fear no fate
For you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world
For beautiful you are my world, my true
And you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life
Which grows higher than the soul can hope
Or mind can hide
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart
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I’m not a great fan of poetry but this one is beautiful!
awww im glad you did post it! you know i wouldnt have cared!