This was the blog entry for this day last year.
"Scars of pleasure--
Scars of pain--
Atmospheric changes make them sensitive again."
(--Rush)
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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.
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- 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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- Because it's Friday.
- Midway already.
- Ahhh, pregnancy.
- "And a sword will pierce your own soul also."
- Testimony.
- Careful where you point that.
- Happy Homecoming
- "We lean another ladder against the wrong wall--"
- "I Must Work Harder," saith the horse
- Faculty spotlight profile: Dr. Chris Hill - Arts &...
- We are all ripe and ready to be taken.
- Adventures with Students, vol. 12
- Kind pity; Brave scorn
- And We Said Nothing, All the Day
- Just because it's a Friday.
- To retrospect--just once, then no more
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