Fluffy Ann

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Number Sixty-nine

"She rolls the window down,
And she talks over the sound
Of the cars that pass us by
And I don't know why,
But she's changed my mind.
Would you look at her as she looks at me?
She's got me thinkin about her constantly,
But she don't know how I feel.
And as she carries on without a doubt
I wonder if she's figured out
I'm crazy for this girl,
Crazy for this girl.
She was the one to hold me
The night the sky fell down.
And what was I thinkin when
The world didn't end?
Why didn't I know what I know now?"

(Evan and Jaron, "Crazy for This Girl")

"Beth, you're the closest thing I know to an elf!" (Dr. G. R. Gill)

Some good "surrealist compliments" for today:

"Your cleverness ferments meat without the need of oxygen."

"Ceci n'est pas un compliment."

Monday, May 23, 2005

Number Sixty-eight

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"