skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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."
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(374)
-
▼
July
(39)
- Watch out!!
- De stylo, et optimo scribendi genere.
- Taking Stock: One month to go
- This is all you need to know about today
- Fit is Go!
- Who knows what the flight of future days may bring?
- Going retro
- The Pieces Do Not Fit
- Yardening part 2
- No title
- Yardening
- Big Books
- occasion
- St. Crispin will be pleased
- Sanctuary 2
- Sanctuary
- wabi-sabi
- The word is "Rotten"
- "What do I know?"
- Notes on Little Red, month 16
- Disenchanted
- #7
- From this morning's queue:
- My Brother the Artist
- Doing their homework
- Two look at Two
- J. Allen
- Two things that sound like a whole lot of fun.
- "The secret is not to care"
- The perfect way to start a Friday
- Piers Got a New Camera
- No title
- How I made the day count
- "Well, I'm back"
- Grass
- Lookout Mountain & Chattanooga
- The Buzzard is Back!
- When I consider how my light is spent,
- Things that are awesome, Vol. 7
-
▼
July
(39)
Followers
Books
No comments:
Post a Comment