Friday, June 23, 2006

Simmer slowly on brain's back burner

Reading bad reviews can be amusing. It's chilling sensation to actually feel the person pulling out hair as they pound the keyboard, steaming their faces up all red-ish. Cooking tomatoes to chuck at the offending writer/filmmaker. Do they know that sometimes I feel so sorry for the catsup-stained, abused work that I take pity and read/watch it for myself to find and savor the good points? Do either of us know, or take care to ponder the ethics of reverse psychology?

I've already expressed some skepticism I have of the book. Maybe I was too hasty. Hmm. May the Lord give me a soft heart and a wise head! Coo, coo, hiss-hiss, as Bill Jack says.

Time for me to percolate po-ta-toes for dinner while my thoughts boil. I might also order my word-ponder strange...

A heartwarming, feminine site

About a year ago, I came across the wonderful place, the Young Ladies Christian Fellowship. I've been haunting it often recently. Gretchen, one of it's founders, was just married, and while I'm happy and almost jealous of her, it's also rather melancholy. She was such a strong encouragement as another single young lady, and now she's abandoned our ranks! The "Old Maid" section has ominously disappeared. But the site is still lovely. It has some wonderful quotes, such as a page full on my favorite beverage besides tea:

A morning without coffee is like sleep.
-Author Unknown

This one is quite poetic:

Coffee makes us severe, and grave, and philosophical.
-Jonathan Swift

One more. This is too fun.

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.
-Honore de Balzac, "The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee"

Is that not fabulous?


A new blog. So young, so very small and inexperienced. It knows not it stands as one among millions starting their future so bright, with dreams to capture all blog readers with witty humor, piercing beauty, and soaring life-changing wisdom.

For now I shall let it dream on, oblivious to harsh reality. In the meantime, methinks it will not mind a bit coming to my service in posting favorite links, pics, poems, quotes, and the like. A little helpmeet it shall be. But oh, what a task!


As for the title, I hope to reflect beauty I've been given and point back to the Beautiful One.