Saturday, April 05, 2003

Cry havoc and unleash the Springer Spanial of war.

Friday, April 04, 2003

I almost cried when I read this

Thursday, April 03, 2003

Ooh that was Snarky..

Speaking of bores, I've noticed that some blog writers like to threaten dogs when their readership doesn't show the proper appreciation for their work. I would just like to say here that no dogs are harmed in the making of this blog.. only Pundits.

As for class choices, Sister Webmistress *grovels accordingly*, modern fantasy literature is about as close as normal people get to the middle ages without resorting to, *gasp,* Ren Fairs. Renaissance Fairs, for the uninitiated, involve more pseudonyms for cheap, high calorie beer and laced up bustiers than a frat party, except the guys attending are way more in touch with their feminine side. Oops, I meant machismo of course, since dressing up in flowing outfits and growing your hair long is negated by the whole armor and long sword-business.

I wish I had something more pertinant to say, but but all my brilliant thoughts flew the coop two days ago. For that, I blame the blog template corruption.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Testing..

Monday, March 31, 2003

I think I solved our little time problem.. it was on Pacific coast for some reason.

Okay, I just realized Heloise named her son Astrolabe.. kinda like Madonna named her kid Brooklyn, only weirder.. Can you think of any other weird names celebs give their children?

New Fun Time Wasting Website
Strongbad where have you been all my wasted college years?


Kudos, Sister Andrea

You never cease to amaze me, keep it up!
I am so pleased with this website for allowing us to share this information amongst our friends. Indeed that poem is both beautiful and a tad pretentious. I really love the first sentence, its very evocative of a winged creature that's either being torn apart or molting into the face of the observer/poet. In a little story I've been writing, a magically drunk witch accidentally grows a beautiful pair of wings, which fail on her mid-flight, leaving her to spiral down.. but that's another story.

All this discussion of Icarus and the Middle Ages reminds me of a painting entitled Landscape With The Fall of Icarus
, described here by William Carlos Williams:


Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
Pieter Bruegel


According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

From Collected Poems: 1939-1962, Volume II by William Carlos Williams, published by New Directions Publishing Corp. © 1962 by William Carlos Williams.

Looking at the poem you feel that the age of reason was on the horizon, and that awe for the mythical had been lost. In my personal opinion, the composition is reminiscent of works by Bosch.

But I digress.. getting back to the time zone thing, I have no idea. Is it GMT?

Please note I added a link to the Cinderella project in my earlier post.

Links For People Who Want to Know More About Zen

Here is a review of Zen Flesh, Zen Bones

Just to let you knowRyokan lived. A really long time ago.

And if you liked that poem by Honshin, you will like this site.





NEWS FLASH!
I think I am beginning to get the hang of this html thing, thanks to Andy . Check out his weblog, he's very philosphical, and sometimes even correct. ;)