today someone saw the cover of the omnivore's dilemma, and asked me what the dilemma was. and then he asked me what interest i had in reading about food and farming and etc. to which i replied that i read all kinds of things. so here are a few of the things i'd like to read:
the omnivore's dilemma: a natural history of four meals
i don't: a contrarian history of marriage
descartes' bones: a skeletal history of the conflict between faith and reason
traffic: why we drive the way we do
snark: it's mean, it's personal, and it's ruining our conversation
collapse: how societies choose to fail or succeed
the spiral staircase: my climb out of darkness
owls and other fantasies
just to name a few. and you? what would you like to read?
27 April 2009
10 April 2009
perfect.
just because i just read this and thought it was perfect. by e e cummings:
the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
dawn
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems
on earth a candle is
extinguished the city
wakes
with a song upon her mouth
having death in her eyes
and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to murder dreams….
i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy
and it is day,
in the mirror
i see a frail man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror
and it
is dusk on earth
a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city
sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend,
putting on stars….
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
dawn
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems
on earth a candle is
extinguished the city
wakes
with a song upon her mouth
having death in her eyes
and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to murder dreams….
i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy
and it is day,
in the mirror
i see a frail man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror
and it
is dusk on earth
a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city
sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend,
putting on stars….
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
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