She sits in seaweed, stringily strewn
An adornment fit for this lady renowned
And serenaded by goose and loon
With reed and lily is aptly crowned
With longing gaze she contemplates
A vision gold and green and gay
And swaying, bending to the fates
Allows her reeds to blow away
Where’er they will; she wisteth not
Her heart is lightened by their flight.
She swims in seaweed, all uncaught
By caring where her reeds may light.
I beg your indulgence for the next few months. I will be trying to write a book, AND I will be working full-time.
I will try to update this occasionally, but my record is spotty at best anyway.
I will be without internet, for the most part. I am attempting to set up a scheduled post-per-day system, so bear with me.
We will be looking at my testimony.
May you have a blessed Thanksgiving with many blessings to surround you!
Artist Andrew Osenga is working on an awesome project. He is going to record an album about Leonard the Lonely Astronaut in a spaceship. Not only is Leonard in a spaceship, but the entire album will be recorded in a spaceship.
Words fail us to describe the awesomeness.
However, in order to fund this, Andrew is in need of 15,000 dollars. He has already raised $10,000 of this, so he only needs $5,000. This is no small amount of money.
Now, our funds could be described as nonexistent. They regularly are. But you, my friends, could conceivably have more money than us!
To go with the various donation amounts, there are cool gifts. I suggest you hop over to kickstarter and…
Send a man to space!
Ode to Brie (with apologies to pretty much everyone)
Sing to me, cheese, of the brie
with snow-white rind palely soft
To thee I raise my poesy
In hallowed deli spots
Thy Oozing, spreading, creamy, fine
Interior gives me bliss
Thou truly art a cheese divine
with bread, with fruit, with knish
Baked or fresh, thy calories
are fragrant, every one
I sing to thee, o choicest cheese,
And now my song is done.
I have to go to the grocery store.