tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53117832012-02-02T16:40:16.284-08:00Diana's Blog of InsanityNon-Designer Nonsense by a Non-DianaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.comBlogger9591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-64921565041171146412012-02-02T16:40:00.001-08:002012-02-02T16:40:16.335-08:00"I know." She sighed. "We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces."
- from Red Mars by Kim Stanley RobinsonDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-48922844362028824352012-01-22T13:26:00.001-08:002012-01-22T13:26:43.894-08:00Why was the judgment of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?
- from Austenland by Shannon HaleDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-90210047012986264882012-01-07T00:31:00.001-08:002012-01-07T00:31:49.805-08:00Singing? I would be singing? I don't think I had sung a note in my life up to this point. I really don't. I may have hummed an Anne Murray song or two. Who didn't do that? "Snowbird" was the only song on Canadian radio for eleven years.
- from Falling Backwards by Jann ArdenDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-23780826576084313612012-01-05T12:32:00.001-08:002012-01-05T12:32:42.931-08:00My Friends
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief;
And I lay there in the bunk between, ailing beyond belief;
A weary armful of skin and bone, wasted with pain and grief.
My feet were froze, and the lifeless toes were purple and green and gray;
The little flesh that clung to my bones, you could punch it in holes like clay;
The skin on my gums was a sullen black, and slowly Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-41658855546219163432012-01-03T12:34:00.001-08:002012-01-05T12:31:54.856-08:00But Ransom knew a little psychology and had heard of the hunted man's irrational instinct to give himself up--indeed, he had felt it himself in dreams.
- from Out of the Silent Planet by C. S. LewisDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-88892555169977694702011-12-05T18:57:00.001-08:002012-01-05T12:31:28.683-08:00"I conjure you," said the parrot earnestly, "I conjure you by our common birdhood to help me in my misfortune."
"No gull who is a gull can resist that appeal," said the master of the seabirds.
- from The Magic City by E. NesbitDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-50546590209647387302011-12-02T16:03:00.001-08:002012-01-05T12:30:41.488-08:00"How meals do keep happening," said Lucy, yawning. "It seems only a few minutes since supper. And yet here we are, hungry again."
"Ah!" said the parrot. "That's what people always feel when they have to get their meals themselves!"
- from The Magic City by E. NesbitDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-82947394478025090532011-11-29T01:56:00.001-08:002011-12-02T12:47:32.439-08:00Philip said nothing because he was in a bad temper. And if you are in a bad temper, nothing is a good thing to say.
- from The Magic City by E. NesbitDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-66485356791239473572011-11-26T12:51:00.001-08:002011-11-26T12:54:22.440-08:00"Whatever's happened," said Philip to himself, through the cherry pie, "and whatever happens it's as well to have had your breakfast."
- from The Magic City by E. NesbitDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-90632211189976467132011-08-18T18:45:00.000-07:002011-08-18T18:45:53.976-07:00Someone asked the Dalai Lama what surprises him most. This was his response:
"Man, because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then he dies Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-70602923579713725262011-06-01T11:53:00.000-07:002011-06-01T12:00:12.242-07:00Now, you have to understand, I'm no bronze-skinned, square-jawed archetype of manly-man-ness. In fact, I'm kind of frail, depressive, hydrophobic, nearsighted, color-blind, a little deaf and prone to making incredibly brave (stupid) moves for honor, friendship, love or whatever else won't make me feel like a lump on the planet. I want to go to Antarctica--I hate cold, and water, but hey, it's as Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-45784578394260397662011-03-22T21:46:00.000-07:002011-03-22T21:46:53.051-07:00There are so many impatient people in the world. It seems everyone wants something right this second. We don't want to wait in lines, we get fidgety when our food takes too long to cook, and we have no tolerance whatsoever for anyone who holds us up from doing anything we want to do the moment we want to do it. I'm bothered right now that I'm having to wait till the end of this sentence to see Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-63254042488658120302011-03-13T13:06:00.001-07:002011-03-13T13:06:53.309-07:00He was setting back in a swivel chair in front of a rolltop desk and he had him a dime novel he was reading. It was about some daredevil who kept rescuing fair maidens from Indians or whatever. What the fair maiden was doing where she was always puzzled me, and I was never so lucky. Most of the maidens I came upon were most unfair.
- from The Proving Trail by Louis L'AmourDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-41603162534938603222011-03-06T13:36:00.000-08:002011-03-06T13:36:09.020-08:00I'm wondering whether a similar fixation on erotic outrageousness isn't also a running theme in Canadian literature: after all, the Governor General's Award has twice been given to novels that feature a woman having sex with a bear (Marian Engel's Bear and Douglas Glover's Elle).
- from "Sex, Prose, and the Veggie Aisle" by Jeet Heer | The Walrus Blog
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-41081303848330845782011-03-05T13:20:00.000-08:002011-03-05T13:20:49.261-08:00[We] trap out the beaver, subtract the Mandan, infect the Blackfeet and the Hidatsa and the Assiniboin, overdose the Arikara; call the land a desert and hurry across it to get to California and Oregon; suck up the buffalo, bones and all; kill off nations of elk and wolves and cranes and prairie chickens and prairie dogs; dig up the gold and rebury it in vaults somewhere else; ruin the Sioux and Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-36915299219886383662011-03-03T15:37:00.000-08:002011-03-03T15:37:30.337-08:00Arzach is a strangely garbed, yellow-faced, cone-headed man, astride a huge pterodactyl-like bird.
- from "Flying to the Moon in French and American Science Fiction" by Danièle Chatelain and George Slusser
Hmmm.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-14610077143009738182011-02-28T18:08:00.001-08:002011-02-28T18:08:52.086-08:00The hand of man is now too slow for the demons of his curiosity, but the power of steam comes to his assistance.
- Charles Babbage
Heehee. :)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-69004929828728173532011-01-27T19:09:00.000-08:002011-01-27T19:09:05.807-08:00In the first years of the twenty-first century, Canadians seem to have rediscovered their North. A combination of battles over sovereignty, the race for northern resources, and the daunting prospect of an Arctic stripped of much of its summer ice cover by global warming has put the Arctic back on the national agenda. What makes the matter particularly compelling is that the United States is Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-68412871898708339162011-01-24T21:30:00.001-08:002011-01-24T21:30:57.489-08:00Nevertheless, for all its power to affect beliefs and circumstances, class stratification did not supersede sex stratification. The routine assignment of women to the classes of their husbands and fathers by contemporaries and social scientists has reflected women's subordination within patriarchal society and the fact of their primary identification by sex. Yet, since no model of social Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-30878042866307429232010-12-11T02:40:00.001-08:002010-12-11T02:40:31.186-08:00There are times in life when the fancy words and pretty actions don't count for much, when it's blood and dust and death and a cold wind blowing and a gun in the hand and you know suddenly you're just an animal with guts and blood that wants to live, love and mate, and die in your own good time.
- from Radigan by Louis L'AmourDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-34518654194603202522010-12-05T15:45:00.000-08:002010-12-05T15:45:28.738-08:00The British, recall, had some obsession with pigs, and Hawaiians never tired of providing them, often ceremoniously.
- from How "Natives Think by Marshall Sahlins
Apparently I find quotations about pigs hilarious.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-47820882972011550902010-11-28T21:17:00.001-08:002010-11-28T21:17:57.898-08:00I suppose there must exist societies where food and excrement are not categorically opposed.
- from The Apotheosis of Captain Cook by Gananath ObeyesekereDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-71684355682309976472010-11-14T15:15:00.001-08:002010-11-14T15:15:54.779-08:00How can I tell if I might lose my memory later in life?
You can't know for sure. But you may be more at risk if you have high cholesterol, a family history of dementia, drink heavily, or participate in sports that involve multiple blows to the head.
- from Popular Science, October 2010
I don't think I even need to comment on this one.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-57289986834988049702010-11-06T21:15:00.001-07:002010-11-06T21:15:34.807-07:00Gira Con Me
by Josh Groban
Il mondo gira con me questa notte
Picolli passi che faccio con te
Seguo il tuo cuore e seguo la luna
Cosi nascosta lontana da me
Il mondo gira con noi questa notte
Ahhhh, esistesse lontano da qui
Un posto dove scoprire il mio cuore
Sapere se lui puo' amare ti o no
E girera, e girera
Il cuore mio assieme a te
E girera il la terra
Girera la mia vita
E un giorno lui si Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-35889787554200081032010-11-02T07:16:00.001-07:002010-11-02T07:16:35.501-07:00Fish culture had become a North American panacea.
- Joseph E. Taylor III
...really?Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-62338234903266398632010-10-28T09:41:00.001-07:002010-10-28T09:41:29.501-07:00May not historians ask, however, why it should be their task to spend long years disproving ideas thought up by sociologists in their baths? Do historians want to be the empirical foot soldiers commanded about by a bunch of sociological colonels?
- Peter Baldwin in Comparison and History
I laugh. :DDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-47285963483031423002010-10-22T18:14:00.001-07:002010-10-22T18:14:46.361-07:00Each of the planet's cultures is a unique answer to the question of what it means to be human.
- Wade DavisDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-80402251883714072102010-10-20T16:17:00.000-07:002010-10-20T16:17:02.295-07:00Hurrah for the law of Supply and Demand,
That regulates everything in the land,
The rate of wages, the price of stocks,
And the size of the Vanderbilt pile of "rocks."
It keeps in subjection the dull Labor hordes,
It fills up the chests of our great money lords,
And when for just reasons they're brought to a stand,
They've only to answer, "Supply and Demand."
- John McCormick
Should I stop Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-21493747167927777172010-10-19T14:33:00.000-07:002010-10-19T14:33:12.960-07:00I have yet to find the man, however exalted his station, who did not do better work and put forth greater effort under a spirit of approval than under a spirit of criticism.
- Charles Schwab
So mote it be. :PDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-9658223321913354292010-10-18T18:20:00.001-07:002010-10-18T18:20:40.675-07:00Yonder he goes, with steady tread,
Toiling for his daily bread,
While the city is hushed,
Sleeves unrolled and cheeks health-flushed;
O! the strong mechanic!
The sinewy-armed mechanic!
- Mary A. DenisonDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-25618668245756620752010-10-12T14:24:00.001-07:002010-10-12T14:27:39.969-07:00The point of new historical investigation is to disrupt the notion of fixity, to discover the nature of the debate or repression that leads to the appearance of timeless permanence in binary gender representation.
- from "Gender: A Useful Category of Historical Analysis" by Joan Scott in American Historical ReviewDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-10878867376225637042010-09-24T18:08:00.000-07:002010-09-24T18:08:02.276-07:00Compassion is the vice of queens, Mamma always says, and she thinks I should toughen up. She says that I let the dogs take advantage of me and hog the bed, when they should sleep on the floor, and that I give too much of my pocket money to beggars, and that if I am to get along in this world, I need to harden my heart.
Well, I don't want my heart to be hard, and even if I end up like Poppy, Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-63585174736577396352010-09-22T18:36:00.000-07:002010-09-22T18:36:31.661-07:00Remember this, Monica? :D
New Frontier
by Aaron Pritchett
Wake up baby it's time to leave,
We've got plans and we've got dreams, we've got a long way to go.
Pack up all of your emotions, all your faith and devotion.
We're gonna need it this I know.
If you're at the edge of the past, our future's unfolding fast.
Baby, don't look back.
We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-59203362181379898942010-09-18T18:15:00.000-07:002010-09-18T18:15:12.650-07:00So their lives go round, year after year, decade after decade, in a ritualistic cycle of pig-raising, pig-slaughtering, dancing, feasting, and warring.
- from "Doing Environmental History" by Donald Worster, in Canadian Environmental History, ed. David Freeland Duke
How idyllic.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-47012523465835138282010-09-18T00:42:00.001-07:002010-09-18T00:44:48.537-07:00Born to Fly
by Sarah Evans
I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow
About the places that I'd like to see
I say, "Friend do you think I'll ever get there?"
Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me
So I confessed my sins to the preacher
About the love I've been prayin' to find
Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah
And he says, "Girl, you've got nothin' but time."
But how do youDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-5481465052678864242010-08-26T09:06:00.001-07:002010-08-26T09:06:54.099-07:00To oppose something is to maintain it.
They say here "all roads lead to Mishnory." To be sure, if you turn your back on Mishnory and walk away from it, you are still on the Mishnory road. To oppose vulgarity is inevitably to be vulgar. You must go somewhere else; you must have another goal; then you walk a different road.
...
To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-5474326404015173932010-03-11T18:13:00.000-08:002010-03-11T18:13:53.053-08:00Here's one from last night.
It was Easter, and my ragtag band of adolescent thugs and I were planning on breaking into College Park Church (motive unknown). Before we could perpetrate this heinous act, however, we were distracted by my aunt, Judy, who gave me a small package of Peeps. Except they weren't Peeps. They were called Clucks, and they were actually real tiny baby chicks. And I had a Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-58362646276620135662010-03-10T23:20:00.000-08:002010-03-10T23:20:11.465-08:00I am going to start recording short versions of my dreams here, so that you "all" know how exhausting and bizarre my dreamlife is.
My roommate (unidentifiable) and I were hosting a costume party in our very modern apartment, built in a large tree. I was exceptionally proud of my Star Trek admiral's uniform, but was soon disappointed to see several of our guests arrive in other Star Trek uniformsDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-37902950545752313862010-02-25T18:04:00.000-08:002010-02-25T18:04:14.000-08:00I admit I have really begun to enjoy that I can just walk outside, pick a grapefruit off the tree, and eat it. There are benefits to Southern California, though they're often hard to see in the middle of summer when all you want is rain. But this time of year, with the screen door open when it's almost dark and when it's nice and cool outside...it gives me something to miss for when I eventually Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-89506484297815022672009-12-24T03:02:00.000-08:002009-12-24T03:03:42.218-08:00I Just Call You Mine
by Martina McBride
I pinch myself sometimes to make sure I'm not in a dream
That's how it seems
I close my eyes and breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known
It feels like home
And here I am, I want to be your everything
There you are
Turning winter into spring
And everyone who sees you
Always wants to know you
And everyone who knows you
Always has a smile
You're a Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-57037987077922438422009-08-08T16:56:00.000-07:002009-08-08T16:57:38.582-07:00Welcome to the Futureby Brad PaisleyWhen I was ten years old,I remember thinkin' how cool it would be,When we were goin' on an eight hour drive,If I could just watch T.V.And I'd have given anythingTo have my own PacMan game at home.I used to have to get a ride down to the arcade;Now I've got it on my phone.He-e-ey...Glory glory hallelujah.Welcome to the future.My grandpa was in World War II,He Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-45980784883737046652009-08-03T11:14:00.000-07:002009-08-03T11:15:57.213-07:00"I don't understand money," he said. "When I hold it, it does nothing. But others look at me differently."- from Leven Thumps and the Eyes of the Want by Obert SkyeDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-10400246273397664272009-07-13T18:13:00.000-07:002009-07-13T18:15:35.680-07:00I Knowby Sarah SleanLoud mouth, suits and tiesLiars, with money and girlsThe kind you fit in your pocketI can't save them from this darknessMy sisters, I love them allMy faeries pinned against the wallI know what you wantAnd I know what you wantAnd I knowDoll, made of paint and chinaYour worth lies only in theseBut you're real to meLittle bones, will you break these legs like twigs now?There's Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-23841697179585833232009-07-10T16:02:00.001-07:002009-07-10T16:03:38.177-07:00One thing Oshawa is never short on: trampy-looking teenage girls.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-49023885861170099002009-06-22T18:55:00.000-07:002009-06-22T18:57:30.430-07:00...in 1684, Dr. Martin Lister, writing in the journal Philosophical Transactions, suggested that trade winds were caused by the constant breath of seaweed.- from Windswept: The Story of Wind and Weather by Marq de VilliersDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-50248848868812150122009-06-19T15:23:00.000-07:002009-06-19T15:24:33.615-07:00LMAO! ;)Brand New Manby Brooks & DunnI saw the lightI've been baptisedBy the fire in your touchAnd the flame in your eyesI'm born to love again I'm a brand new manWell the whole town's talking'Bout the line I'm walkingThat leads right to your doorOh how I used to roamI was a rolling stoneI used to have a wild sideThey say a country-mile-wideI'd burn those beer joints downThat's all changed nowYouDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-9183526451574234512009-06-11T11:13:00.000-07:002009-06-13T13:15:39.798-07:00Willowby Sarah SleanWillow tree by the seaWhere the gods lieHow I love to look at youWith all my aching eyeWinter comes, winter killsLet it go byThere'll be better daysWillowDon't cryWillow star shine afar in a dark skyYou're the one I'm wishing onWith all my weary mightTell the trees if you pleaseThat it is alrightThere'll be better daysWillowDon't cryRiver bendRiver sighRiver so wideWash away Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-25316994439626354282009-04-13T14:02:00.000-07:002009-04-13T14:03:44.159-07:00Holy intuition, the Superior Maunt felt, did not figure among her own administrative talents. She was a common-sensist. She thought the Unnamed God had given her a brain to use, not to ignore as a snare of the devil. She had tried to lift herself up by clear thinking, and others, too, when she could.- from Son of a Witch by Gregory MaguireDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-39860194363286944742009-03-02T22:51:00.000-08:002009-03-02T22:52:09.302-08:00Life must be lived undisguised.- Hannah TillichDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-50844260605286559822009-01-25T22:28:00.001-08:002009-01-25T22:28:46.257-08:00I may end up being a really crappy parent when I have kids someday. But, thank God, at least I won't mind if they're gay.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-74260682991645268622009-01-14T00:00:00.000-08:002009-01-14T00:02:47.094-08:00George Clooney is so hot because......Rosemary Clooney exudes some kind of weird aura that makes her attractive. Well, before she died. Now I don't know what she exudes, but I bet it's more disgusting than a weird aura that makes her attractive. And George inherited it. And probably will inherit the other, eventually, as well.Any other theories?Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-35908641586010082432009-01-06T16:15:00.001-08:002009-01-06T16:16:54.472-08:00"Might just as well be happy, seeing as it doesn't make a difference to anyone but you if you are or not," said the soldier.- from The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamilloDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-71581743166559531332008-12-07T20:56:00.000-08:002008-12-07T20:58:12.730-08:00It's time to post this again. It's meaningful in my life.Song For A Winter's Nightas sung by Sarah McLachlan[Written and first sung by Gordon Lightfoot in 1975]The lamp is burnin' low upon my table topThe snow is softly fallin'The air is still within the silence of my roomI hear your voice softly callin'If I could only have you nearTo breathe a sigh or twoI would be happy just to hold the hands IDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-90686931550568829022008-09-09T22:28:00.000-07:002008-09-09T22:29:33.541-07:00I know so many Sydney Cartons. :'(Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-32516419793505662012008-08-18T14:16:00.000-07:002008-08-18T14:18:45.198-07:00Who doesn't love Emmylou?!Evangelineby Emmylou HarrisShe stands on the banks of the mighty MississippiAlone in the pale moonlightWaitin' for a man, a riverboat gamblerSaid that he'd return tonightThey used to waltz on the banks of the mighty MississippiLovin' the whole night throughHe was a riverboat gambler off to make a killin'And bring it on back to youEvangeline, EvangelineCurses the soul of Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-10690013522679379332008-08-06T17:40:00.000-07:002008-08-06T17:41:52.209-07:00Dark Horseby Amanda MarshallIndian summerAbileneYou were new in townI was nineteenAnd sparks flewThey called us crazyBehind our backs"Romantic fools"We just let them laughBecause we knewIt may be a long shotIt may get lonely down the lineBut love knows no reasonAnd I won't let them make up my mindMy money's riding on this dark horse, babyMy heart is sayin' it's the lucky oneAnd it's true color's Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-52445907605019728642008-08-04T12:48:00.000-07:002008-08-04T12:49:37.760-07:00What is this self inside us, this silent observer, Severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, And urge us on to futile activity, And in the end, judge us still more severely, For the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?- T. S. EliotSelf-acceptance is my refusal to be in an adversarial relationship to myself.- Nathaniel BrandenDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-19455493823323540582008-07-02T13:40:00.001-07:002008-07-02T13:40:50.260-07:00Little Problems, Little Liesby Ann WilsonI come down from Ft. LewisFirst time PFCAnd kicking in these doorwaysAin't natural to meBut now I got my ordersThat evil lives insideHate the sin and kill the sinnerAnd do it all with prideHere I lie a'bleedin'In a bombed out SUVNo more cell receptionNo more light to seeScreaming hopeless questionsDreaming 'bout my homeTill the chopper comes from heavenTo Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-34677026154368489072008-06-18T18:22:00.001-07:002008-06-18T18:23:08.393-07:00Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.- Gustave FlaubertDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-5762358981581789522008-05-18T19:03:00.000-07:002008-06-18T18:23:59.182-07:00New York City Caught in the rain with no keys, no map, no jackets, no umbrella. The droopy-breasted woman. Pigeon impressions and murderous intentions. Discerning the cat's litterbox activities. Unintelligible cab drivers. The chain-smoking boy-woman who wanted a kiss. Loud admonitions to love wives and respect husbands. The pizza Nazi.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-80656383718149888502008-05-09T19:47:00.001-07:002008-05-09T19:47:40.012-07:00I feel like I just got drunk and ran through a paint factory.(I didn't.)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-28182057767806621882008-05-09T15:53:00.001-07:002008-05-09T15:55:17.342-07:00My favourite children's bookstore, Imagine That!, is going to be closing at the end of June.I think I might actually be inconsolable.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-73259903965631126982008-05-01T21:25:00.000-07:002008-05-01T21:26:57.373-07:00Wasn't my love affair with the guitar supposed to happen when I was like 12?Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-66372445094248575182008-04-18T13:11:00.001-07:002008-04-18T13:14:58.932-07:00I really can't help but love this song.Gunpowder & Leadby Miranda LambertCounty road 233, under my feetNothin' on this white rock but little ol' meI've got two miles till, he makes bailAnd if I'm right we're headed straight for hellI'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgunWait by the door and light a cigaretteHe wants a fight well now he's got oneAnd he ain't seen me crazy yetHe slapped my face and Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-87403750817206851962008-04-15T14:01:00.000-07:002008-04-15T14:02:26.086-07:00Happy Income Tax Day! :)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-39229001727683091592008-04-11T12:16:00.001-07:002008-04-11T12:18:25.131-07:00If there is a God, then surely I will somehow acquire tickets to Stagecoach even though I'm poor. Right? ;)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-46575978472963619412008-04-01T02:23:00.001-07:002008-04-01T02:23:59.600-07:00Those jerks at Google get me every time! Every time!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-54477173541620440152008-03-23T03:33:00.000-07:002008-03-23T03:34:49.441-07:00I have now collected enough data to know that travel is really, really good for me.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-60517002827018928832008-03-09T19:52:00.001-07:002008-03-09T19:53:51.268-07:00Woah. Postcards from the Edge was just one massive surprise after another!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-53510284744718206992008-03-03T13:30:00.001-08:002008-03-03T13:33:24.192-08:00Doesn't love always begin that way? With the illusion being more real than the woman?- Captain Jean-Luc Picard to Commander Riker, in "11001001", Season 1, Star Trek: The Next GenerationDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-13481507746250331142008-02-27T17:02:00.000-08:002008-02-27T17:04:10.439-08:00This remains one of my favourite short poems.ForgettingForgetting takes space.Forgotten matters displaceas much anything else asanything else. We mustskirt unlabeled cratesas though it makes senseand take them when we goto other states.- Kay RyanDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-29067960715889373292008-01-28T16:44:00.000-08:002008-01-28T16:49:09.172-08:00We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God.'- from President Reagan's address the night of January 28, 1986, quoting the poem High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-82049420593303867192008-01-28T01:18:00.000-08:002008-01-28T01:19:22.130-08:00The destinyyyyyyyy...- PereSilly Spanish romanticism. :DDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-59541017557916244632007-12-27T08:03:00.000-08:002007-12-27T08:05:07.492-08:00I let my wretched little cat sleep on my bed all night, and what is the thanks I get? She vomits into my bra. Merry Christmas.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-29680951419621441342007-12-11T20:33:00.000-08:002007-12-11T20:34:52.084-08:00If you have a soul, champagne makes it more soulful; if you don't have one, a latte gives you the illusion that you do.- from The King in the Window by Adam GopnikDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-65557633006186079542007-11-20T01:19:00.000-08:002007-11-20T01:25:07.694-08:00Today I decided to take down my dreamcatcher.If it worked I doubt I would dream that my family and friends were a diaspora people of animate living room furniture desperately seeking a land in which to live in peace.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-24104409988196096332007-11-16T23:17:00.001-08:002007-11-16T23:17:48.867-08:00Chile it is!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-30999141095662086052007-11-03T13:54:00.000-07:002007-11-03T13:57:41.290-07:00Thankfulby Josh GrobanSome days we forgetTo look around usSome days we can't seeThe joy that surrounds usSo caught up inside ourselvesWe take what we should giveSo for tonight we pray forWhat we know can beAnd on this day we hope forWhat we still can't seeIt's up to usTo be the changeAnd even though we all can still do moreThere's so much to be thankful forLook beyond ourselvesThere's so much Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-60346438814296696182007-10-10T10:46:00.001-07:002007-10-10T10:46:52.397-07:00The most deadly fruit is borne by the hatred which one grafts on an extinguished friendship.- Gotthold Ephraim LessingDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-13754466507214521072007-10-09T12:55:00.000-07:002007-10-09T12:57:08.532-07:00Let the dead rest, and the past remain the past.- Captain Jean-Luc Picard in "The Battle"Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-4332927351233150632007-10-07T17:46:00.000-07:002007-10-07T17:47:36.516-07:00I am drowning in music! Help m- *gurgle*Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-84733326280141961022007-09-25T21:42:00.000-07:002007-09-25T21:49:45.476-07:00So... Isn't the solution fairly obvious? Just require all athletes to use steroids and presto! you even the playing field.* Seems pretty simple to me.*Pardon the exceedingly apropos metaphor.††Nah, don't really.‡‡I think it rocks.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-6302133001594157722007-09-24T16:54:00.001-07:002007-09-24T16:57:17.746-07:00Perhaps children only grow up when they tire of playing at being adults.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-84087798079875542692007-09-24T12:30:00.000-07:002007-09-24T12:33:16.786-07:00Do you ever wonder how much air time is used up by the rampantly-repeated phrases "thanks for having me" and "thanks for calling"?'Cause I do.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-55708472793848866042007-09-23T13:45:00.000-07:002007-09-23T13:46:46.964-07:00If your lifestyle reflects someone else's idea of how your life should be, take a few moments to imagine how much simpler it would be if you dropped the pretense and learned just to be yourself.- Elaine St. JamesDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-35873806247524491812007-08-01T20:10:00.000-07:002008-12-09T13:42:11.807-08:00This iceberg! :)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-72862442427086138952007-07-30T20:57:00.001-07:002007-07-30T20:57:57.125-07:00I ate an iceberg. :)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-52622605587900476642007-07-11T13:38:00.000-07:002007-07-12T14:58:01.505-07:00Look! More lyrics! Yay! ;)Take Me Thereby Rascal FlattsThere’s a place in your heart, nobody's been, Take me there. Things nobody knows, Not even your friends, Take me there. Tell me bout your momma, your daddy, your hometown, Show me around, I want see it all, don't leave anything out I want to know, everything about you then. And I want to go, down every road you've been. Where your hopes and Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-43966195289247734102007-07-05T23:15:00.000-07:002007-07-05T23:19:20.246-07:00In the Cold, Cold Nightby The White StripesI saw you standing in the cornerOn the edge of a burning lightI saw you standing in the cornerCome to me again in the cold, cold nightYou make me feel a little olderLike a full grown woman mightBut when you're gone I grow colderIn the cold, cold, nightI saw you standing in the cornerOn the edge of a burning lightI saw you standing in the cornerCome to meDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-36808561633338465632007-07-05T10:00:00.000-07:002007-07-05T10:02:17.044-07:00The aural replication of milk delivery is clearly a common (if evolutionarily bewildering) gift amongst the domesticated mynahs of the West Country and a phenomenon into which more research cries out to be done.- from Moab Is My Washpot by Stephen FryDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-26796559019989433502007-07-02T21:37:00.001-07:002007-07-02T21:38:16.703-07:00Happy marriage, Monica and Matt!P.S. Pictures to follow. Um, maybe. At least on Facebook. :DDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-23899660667252737362007-06-22T19:30:00.000-07:002007-06-22T19:32:56.483-07:00Rhiannonby Fleetwood MacRhiannon rings like a bell through the nightAnd wouldn't you love to love her?Takes to the sky like a bird in flight andWho will be her lover?All your life you've never seenA woman taken by the wind.Would you stay if she promised you heaven?Will you ever win?She is like a cat in the dark,And then she is the darkness.She rules her life like a fine skylarkAnd when the sky isDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-75750165342295970162007-06-12T23:46:00.000-07:002007-06-12T23:49:11.152-07:00The music world is telling me contradictory things. :(Take this, for example:Exhibit APlayin' with the queen of hearts, knowin' it ain't really smart...- Juice Newton, "Queen of Hearts"Exhibit BDon't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy, she'll beat you if she's able; you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.- the Eagles, "Desperado"What am I to do?Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-11381072193118007842007-06-10T01:23:00.001-07:002008-12-09T13:42:12.259-08:00Lately, when I start to drive, I consistently have the urge to just keep driving... Huh.*****Tonight, while listening to Leah, I couldn't decide whether I was more inclined towards "Trigger Happy" or "Let Me Down Easy." Now that right there is one special kind of mood.*****Youths?! Gasp! We can't have those around! They might try to teach us to be free with their innocence and trusting or Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-7120775272057711162007-06-09T21:14:00.001-07:002007-06-09T21:14:25.016-07:00Be fair with others, but then keep after them until they're fair with you.- Alan AldaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-18665105691514469942007-06-08T17:13:00.000-07:002007-06-08T17:14:36.152-07:00Look! A new toy!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-10453701165530438622007-06-06T20:40:00.000-07:002007-06-06T20:42:04.115-07:00Today's fortune cookie: Any doubts you may have will disappear early this month.Well... Cool! :)Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-13741114901842684242007-06-03T00:56:00.000-07:002007-06-03T01:35:38.120-07:00I believe in the brotherhood of man and the uniqueness of the individual. But if you ask me to prove what I believe, I can't. You know them to be true but you could spend a whole lifetime without being able to prove them. The mind can proceed only so far upon what it knows and can prove. There comes a point where the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge, but can never prove how it got there. Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-60563029178633107462007-06-01T10:19:00.000-07:002007-06-01T10:22:10.767-07:00You know that scene at the very beginning of The Matrix where Trinity has to tell herself quite firmly to get up?That's basically what I have to do every morning.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-67884265334262010262007-06-01T02:12:00.000-07:002007-06-01T02:13:15.545-07:00Standing Outside the Fireby Garth BrooksWe call them coolThose hearts that have no scars to showThe ones that never do let goAnd risk the tables being turnedWe call them foolsWho have to dance within the flameWho chance the sorrow and the shameThat always comes with getting burnedBut you've got to be tough when consumed by desire'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fireWe call them Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0