Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo - Erundur Anwamehtar
The Lama
Posted by on April 19th, 2012, at 10:25pm

The Lama
by Ogden Nash

The one-l lama,
He’s a priest.
The two-l llama,
He’s a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn’t any
Three-l lllama.*

* The author’s attention has been called to a type of conflagration known
as a three-alarmer. Pooh.

** Erundur would like to call attention to the brilliance of this poem.

If All Went Well
Posted by on June 4th, 2011, at 3:44pm

If everything went well you won’t even notice this moved to a different server. Yay!

The Decemberists – Don’t Carry it All
Posted by on February 23rd, 2011, at 10:23pm

Artist: The Decemberists
Album: The King is Dead
Song: Don’t Carry it All
Purchase: Amazon MP3

Here we come to a turning of the season,
witness to the arc towards the sun,
the neighbors blessed burden within reason,
becomes a burden borne of all in one,
but nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
but meet this bold and brilliant sun,
but this I swear to all

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Today’s Quotes
Posted by on April 24th, 2010, at 9:22am

Two quotes from my blog reading today that are worth sharing. The first on relationships, the second on life in Savannah.

“Relationships are the lifeblood of happiness. They deserve to be discussed and analyzed!” – Ben Casnocha

“…I even find myself driving below the speed limit most of the time. There is nowhere to go and so there is no reason to rush.” – LivingCraigslist

Posted by on January 19th, 2010, at 5:55pm

Relient K – This Week The Trend

and this week the trend
was to borrow all the strength that you could lend
to keep my head above the water and not descend
back to where I said I’d never go again

The Juliana Theory – In Conversation

Conversation is amazing when we’re free to say things people often won’t because they hate themselves
These situations almost daily have a way of making people understand that all of us are one
But isolation and division will be our destruction, if we can’t communicate
So as I contradict myself, and forget all I’ve said, I am free

Thrice – Music Box

We are not alone, we feel an unseen love
We are sons and heirs of grace
We are children of a light that never dims
A love that never dies, keep your chin up child
And wipe the tears from your eyes