Cheers

Do you remember how, last year, I proclaimed this champagne the "best champagne ever"?



Well I went looking for it at Spec's today and found it, and then a Spec's employee helped me find the smaller bottles (because it is hella expensive). I picked it up and I'm standing there and he waits a minute and says, "Actually... can I make a recommendation?"

And he tells me to try this stuff instead:



He tells me that it's infinitely better, cheaper, and that after I drink it I will never go back to that Orange label swill again.

I am in the market for other beverage and life recommendations, if any of you would like to make them, oh ye people who know things about things.

Let's try new champagne this year. Let's act like a grown-up and discover wonder again all at the same time. Let's pursue joy until our hearts are just full of it, and let us be gentle with ourselves and others.

On a scale of 1 to 10

Dad says:
I’m a cat... no wait, now I’m a bunny.

I say:
Haah! I was thinking, "On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm Debbie Harry" but thought I should shut up and listen for a minute. I also don't know where Ms. Harry falls on that scale but I have been listening to a lot of Blondie.

...

Just play the game how it's meant to be played, jokers.

Things I Have Been Thinking About

1. This poem:

The Quicksand Builders

The quicksand builders built
against the Folly of All.
They built from ancient custom.
They built for the good of the Wall.

As fast as they built, it sank,
and as fast as it sank, they built.
They felt no loss or sorrow,
no residue of guilt.

As long as they stayed on the job,
there was hope that the job would go.
The common people knelt
and prayed to the gods below.

The builders knew no gods
could save like a hard bed of silt,
and as fast as they built, it sank,
and as fast as it sank, they built.

-William Logan

2. This picture:



3. Not much else.

True, that.

"Sit down! You bewilder me," said the Duke. "Explain yourself!" he commanded.

"Isn't that rather much for a man to ask of a woman?"


--From Zuleika Dobson by Max Beerbohm.

True Stories

i.

Don't ask for the true story;
why do you need it?

It's not what I set out with
or what I carry.

What I'm sailing with,
a knife, blue fire,

luck, a few good words
that still work, and the tide.



-Margaret Atwood