bookshelf/staircase.
Probably says a lot about me.
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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February
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- Horace Says . . .
- Steady as she goes, part 2
- Steady as she goes
- No thanks, I'll pass
- This is the coolest thing I've seen in a long time
- It is Strange
- Juvenal says...
- It isn't often that a player at a school like this...
- I'm going to study these just as a refresher
- This is the kind of email I like to see
- This blog needs pictures
- Hugo Project, Vol. 8
- Life with a Little Boy, Vol. 7
- Is there a Person Behind Here Somewhere?
- Here's an email that I don't even need to read to ...
- Two for a laugh
- This brings back memories.
- Job Evaluation Done
- Two things we learned last night
- From the hall bathroom
- The Last Word on that Super Bowl
- When it comes to the Seven Deadly Sins . . .
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1 comment:
if only we had stairs...
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