January 2010
25 posts
My grandfathers and Federer, or, explaining...
With the Australian Open Men’s Final a couple of hours away, and nothing but Disney DVDs (you know it) and an untidy room threatening to interrupt the lull of that wait, I felt it was high time to a) update my Tumblr, which has been ignored of late, b) try my hand at sportswriting, or something akin to it, and c) fulfill A and B by reflecting on my love for, you guessed it, the Artful...
Let my eyes overflow with tears night and day without ceasing; for the Virgin Daughter, my people, has suffered a grievous wound, a crushing blow.
If I go into the country, I see those slain by the sword; if I go into the city, I see the ravages of famine. Both prophet and priest have gone to a land they know not.
-Jewish prophet Jeremiah
“You miss too much these days if you stop to think.”
– U2, ‘Until The End Of The World’ (via lyrically)
Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken? Don't I...
Oh, believe me. Some days, I would do anything....
Everything changes. Everything.
“We’ve learned how to destroy, but not to create; how to waste, but not to build;...”
– Omar Nelson Bradley (via fatalistichues)
“Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away.”
– Thin Lizzy, ‘The Boys Are Back In Town’ (via lyrically)
“Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the Child of a peasant woman....”
– James C. Hefley
Well of course I sense trouble.
But it’s dressed up so nicely, isn’t it?
Like how the sunset is a prelude to darkness.
Like how it often seems most beautiful right before the sinking of the sun.
7: What's at the surface?
revolution-i-am:
You make me nervous. And I don't even know why.
“And now it chills me to the bone;
How do I get you alone?”
– -‘Alone’ by Heart
