Yay! Thank you!

I guess it kinda matters. I mean, not to...flaunt yourself or anything. My picture is kind of a joke-- a silly face.

Anyway, welcome!

"Emily"
By Joanna Newsom, from the album Ys.


The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below

We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the nighttime
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been

And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Thoough all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
I promised you I�d set them to verse so I'd always remember

That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in
Threw the window wide and cried, "Amen! Amen! Amen!"
The whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening

The lines are fading in my kingdom
(Though I have never known the way to border them in)
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the nighttime
Gone healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of the midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
There are worries where I've been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
(Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper)
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow
With hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen
Loving him, we move within his borders
Just asterisms in the stars' set order

We could stand for a century
Staring
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don't keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Until we don't be told
Take this
Eat this

Told
The meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

Moonglow > Everything

Who's 'they'? And, why are they counting on me to be ignorant?
Let's just say that if it DOES happen *the end of the world due to every conspiracy known to man*-- I'll say "Oops, my bad." and you can say, "I told you so!" and let's get along until then!

Do not cry!

It definitely would've been very Samuel Jackson-ish.

If you've ever read Tartuffe, or seen it performed, I'd like your insight.
I'm thinking that his intentions as far as a definition of reality are that reality is what a majority consensus makes it, but, how are his readers meant to tell the difference between appearance and reality?

Is Orgon's experience under the table supposed to be some kind of symbol?

I'd appreciate any insight and/or theories on this.

Thanks!

Everything in moderation, my friend.
I don't sit down at the FATTY FAT FRIED STUFF buffet every night.
I have a healthy diet and enjoy some sweets now and then. Yay, candy!

I trust people implicitly, until they intentionally betray that trust.

Absolutely the bomb!!
I prefer the fried Oreos to Snickers.
But, definitely put some french vanilla ice cream on top.
It's like, if a blondie exploded into happiness and joy and unicorns.

You know what? You could be totally right. BUT, I prefer ignorance! If the world's ending, I want to be happy and carefree, not worrying and paranoid.

Fried Snickers is great.
Actually, so are fried Oreos.

They'll both give you a heart attack, but, they are soooo good!

Brown Trout Blues- Johnny Flynn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVivyMEr6YQ

The homeless guy that drives his lawn mower around town.
The cops that eat at McDonough's every single day at 12:15 sharp.
The little skater kids that terrorize our elderly population.
The elderly population that terrorize our little skater kids.
The awesome hiking trails (and un-trails).
The best flea market ever.
And, me!

Hello! Welcome to Mingle!

Thanks!

I think my 3.6 GPA will contest to the fact that, in addition to enjoying video games, I also have priorities and set them accordingly.

lol.

Ok. Thanks so much! :) I was just worried, cause I've been so excited about the new Sims game, and people were swearing off EA forever. I thought something had gone horribly wrong!

Well, I've been reading forums at amazon about why people have stopped buying EA's games because of this software that they are putting in the games, but they never say what it does, only that it "violates the customer's rights" and such.

EA is the Electronic Arts game company people... I'm trying to figure out what "DRM" is? I think that's what it's called.

I just want to know if it will be on The Sims 3 or not...