On a mid winters eve
In a small country town
My thoughts drift and float
As my eyes fluttered down
And I listen while I sit
To the soft gentle sound
Of my fathers rich voice
While he’s reading out loud
From the Bible thats sheltered
And compassed around
The life of my family
In this small country town
She had dark skin, almost the color of pitch. Her hair had been braided and hung down to the middle of her back. She had dyed it red, green and purple. She was about 5’8″ and was wearing a brown corduroy blazer of vintage stock over a garish pink blouse that hung down almost to her knees. She had a backpack that didn’t fit comfortably over the blazer and caused it to ride up in the back. She got on at Union station in the back of the train and walked forward. 5 minutes later, she came back asking people for change.
Home – NEUE MOZART-AUSGABE / DIGITAL MOZART EDITION
All of Mozart’s music, free for download via pdf. Viva la Internet!
Jenn invited me over to Twitter and I find it more fun than I would have initially thought. So you should go there and join up.
Think of it as distributed chat over IM/Phone/Web. Its cooler than you’d think.
How far I’ve come (The Wilful Sunflower) Trust isn’t something that you can instantly demand of yourself; it’s something that tends to grow in you over time, especially when you become comfortable with the person and forget to be wary. Insightful.
I’ve been reading Christopher Morley’s The Haunted Bookshop, a delightful book full of great little observations written in that style so prevalent during the 40′s. I’ve been writing down a bunch of passages that caught my eye, but on the train this morning I ran into one that I had to share. If you love type, you’ll appreciate Aubrey’s (who works in the advertising/publicity business) description of the delightful Miss Titiana,
Titania’s face, shining with young vitality, seemed to him more “attention-compelling” than any ten-point Caslon type-arrangement he had ever seen. He admired the layout of her face from the standpoint of his cherished technique. “Just enough ‘white space,’” he thought, “to set off her eyes as the ‘centre of interest.’ Her features aren’t this modern bold face stuff, set solid,” he said to himself, thinking typographically. “They’re rather French old-style italic, slightly leaded. Set on 22-point body, I guess. Old man Chapman’s a pretty good typefounder, you have to hand it to him.”