Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Menehune
are the little people of ancient Hawaii who sought shelter in the mountains and the forests from later and larger Polynesians. Their last refuge was on Necker Island, treeless but birdful, where they built stone structures that pointed skyward. One day, they changed to birdmen and flew off toward Rapa Nui.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tiny Tim
They were not a handsome family; they were not well dressed; their shoes were far from being water-proof; their clothes were scanty; and Peter might have known, and very likely did, the inside of a pawnbroker's. But, they were happy, grateful, pleased with one another, and contented with the time; and when they faded, and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the Spirit's torch at parting, Scrooge had his eye upon them, and especially on Tiny Tim, until the last.
Shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled.
If courses be departed from, ends will change.
The writing on the stone, may be sponged away.
Shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled.
If courses be departed from, ends will change.
The writing on the stone, may be sponged away.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Scrooge
Scrooge thought he saw a locomotive hearse going on before him in the gloom...
Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa...
Nobody under the bed, nobody in the closet...
Scrooge followed to the window, desperate in his curiosity. He looked out.
The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went....
Every one of them wore chains like Marley's Ghost; some few (they might be guilty governments) were linked together; none were free....
Whether these creatures faded into mist, or mist enshrouded them, he could not tell.
But they and their spirit voices faded together; and the night became as it had been...
Scrooge closed the window, and examined the door by which the Ghost had entered. It was double-locked, as he had locked it with his own hands, and the bolts were undisturbed.
He tried to say "Humbug!" but stopped at the first syllable.
Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa...
Nobody under the bed, nobody in the closet...
Scrooge followed to the window, desperate in his curiosity. He looked out.
The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went....
Every one of them wore chains like Marley's Ghost; some few (they might be guilty governments) were linked together; none were free....
Whether these creatures faded into mist, or mist enshrouded them, he could not tell.
But they and their spirit voices faded together; and the night became as it had been...
Scrooge closed the window, and examined the door by which the Ghost had entered. It was double-locked, as he had locked it with his own hands, and the bolts were undisturbed.
He tried to say "Humbug!" but stopped at the first syllable.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Ghost of Christmas Yet To Be
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Ghost of Christmas Past
So the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body: of which dissolving parts, no outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away. And in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again; distinct and clear as ever.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Marley
He wore the chain he had forged in life. It was made of cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel. In life his spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of his money-changing hole. Now, he was doomed to wander through the world and witness what he could not share, but might have shared on earth and turned to happiness. Such was, woe is he!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wilbur
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
petrototem
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
slum doll
"...that talker could really turn a tip. Lured chump change from townies like nobody's bidness....
"Ain't like the lugans didn't get nothin' out of it though. Got to impress their molls with their chops. Gave 'em something to do on a Thursday night. Sometimes even won 'em something like this here slum I picked up on the lot after the show pulled up. Ain't much, but what do you want for two bits?"
"Ain't like the lugans didn't get nothin' out of it though. Got to impress their molls with their chops. Gave 'em something to do on a Thursday night. Sometimes even won 'em something like this here slum I picked up on the lot after the show pulled up. Ain't much, but what do you want for two bits?"
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Lady of Fátima
Lúcia and her cousins claimed Our Lady would appear again, this time to all, on October 13, 1917. And to the thousands who flocked to the spot and to many kilometers away, she did. Or something did. Something whirling and shifting; the sun, aflame, orange, yellow, purple, red, the sky alive. Something.
Monday, December 01, 2008
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