May 10th, 2009

dean bw

meeeeeeeeeeee; mother's day

Every now and then I'm seized by the urge to do the internet equivalent of jumping up and down and going "Hey guys, look at meeeeeee!!!!"

And then I tell myself to stop being silly and go back to being unproductive. And I do. But the urge is still there, lurking.

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In other news, it's Mother's Day! Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers who might be reading this. I'm feeling very happy myself because I just gave my mom her finished Christmas present, which required many many hours of writing things out by hand and has been staring at me balefully ever since Christmas came and went and it still wasn't done. So that's something big off my To Do list. Also, she seems to like it, which is always a good thing in gifts.
faith

fifth week of easter

9. Spring

NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; 5
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning 10
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Gerard Manly Hopkins