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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."
Blog Archive
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August
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- Life With a Toddler, Vol. 14
- Life With a Toddler, Vol. 13
- In which Piers suffers a poignant moment
- OK, there's Bowdlerizing, then there's. . .
- Perhaps NOW we can move on??
- Technology! We gots technology!
- Godspeed!
- "Suddenly / He's not half the meow he used to be"
- Fetch
- Life with a Toddler, Vol. 12
- Soybean Festival Update 1
- CR-V
- Llama Llama
- Fall Faculty Meeting
- Life with a Toddler, Vol. 11
- Life with a Toddler, Vol. 10
- Walkin' on eggshells?
- Ninoy
- To atone for the Previous Picture
- Only in Texas
- Laid Low
- Big News
- Life with a Toddler, Vol 9
- Blakbuzzrd will be happy to hear this.
- Solitude done!
- Movie Report
- Nobody Gets a Smooth Ride
- Problems in McKenzie
- Archaeology, Diplomacy, Pedagogy
- In which Piers reverts to his natural hermit state
- So you've heard about all that fauxtography?
- What a Haul!
- Stop what you're doing.
- On my Summer Vacation, I . . .
- The War of the End of the World
- Being Good Neighbors
- Our Long National Nightmare is over. . .
- From the garden
- I like Legos too, but wow.
- Harvey, Nashe, Lyly, Greene, Martin, Marston, Guilpin
- Clear Direction, part 2
- Is it too late to crawl back into bed?
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3 comments:
Best. Photo. Evah.
I think it's clear that he's doing something.
And it's an important something.
LOL! My mom said it reminded her of me. I don't know what she meant by that!
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