nothing is a dish for every day

Norman Douglas wrote, "The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day." I certainly have not lived long. But I think that his words are the perfect way to begin an immature, erratic blog.

11.29.2006

The trees are dead now.

Remember how every one of my early entries were written while the leaves on the trees outside my window were glowing? Well, it's winter and now the trees just look dead.
This isn't some metaphor about life or my soul or something. It just makes it harder to write. Probably because my fingers are so damn cold.

11.11.2006

I like these.