torsdag 31. desember 2009
Happy New Year
Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past.”
Henry Ward Beecher
onsdag 30. desember 2009
MY NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION
I will not throw the cat out the window
Or put a frog in my sister's bed
I will not tie my brother's shoelaces together
Nor jump from the roof of Dad's shed
I shall remember my aunt's next birthday
And tidy my room once a week
I'll not moan at Mum's cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!)
Nor give her any more of my cheek.
I will not pick my nose if I can help it
I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
I will say please and thank you (even when I don't mean it)
And never spit or shout or even swear.
I shall write each day in my diary
Try my hardest to be helpful at school
I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don't want to)
And when others are rude I'll stay cool.
I'll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks
And close every door behind me
I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube
And stay where trouble can't find me.
I shall start again, turn over a new leaf,
leave my bad old ways forever
shall I start them this year, or next year
shall I sometime, or .....?
Robert Fisher
Or put a frog in my sister's bed
I will not tie my brother's shoelaces together
Nor jump from the roof of Dad's shed
I shall remember my aunt's next birthday
And tidy my room once a week
I'll not moan at Mum's cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!)
Nor give her any more of my cheek.
I will not pick my nose if I can help it
I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
I will say please and thank you (even when I don't mean it)
And never spit or shout or even swear.
I shall write each day in my diary
Try my hardest to be helpful at school
I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don't want to)
And when others are rude I'll stay cool.
I'll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks
And close every door behind me
I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube
And stay where trouble can't find me.
I shall start again, turn over a new leaf,
leave my bad old ways forever
shall I start them this year, or next year
shall I sometime, or .....?
Robert Fisher
tirsdag 29. desember 2009
Gloria Steinem
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
søndag 27. desember 2009
Ralph Waldo Emerson
To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intellingent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded.
Photo: momoclax
Photo: momoclax
lørdag 26. desember 2009
mandag 21. desember 2009
Nightfish
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world...
søndag 20. desember 2009
tirsdag 15. desember 2009
lørdag 12. desember 2009
Kommunikasjon
Jeg vet du tror at du forstår hva du tror jeg sa, men jeg er ikke sikker på at du har fattet at det du hørte ikke er det jeg mente.
torsdag 10. desember 2009
tirsdag 8. desember 2009
Scott Stulberg
Discovering photography at age ten was the best thing that probably ever happened to me as a kid. And when my father built the coolest darkroom in the basement of our house when I was thirteen , I was in heaven.
Click on the picture for Scott`s webpage:
mandag 7. desember 2009
fredag 4. desember 2009
Forhåpning
Saltsmak fra fjorårets mai
ligger i utydelige striper
på den røde benken
Som et kryptisk referat
bare jeg kan se
Den malingløse flekken
er en tanke større enn sist
og stirrer taust opp på meg
Kanskje, sier jeg halvhøyt
og snuser inn havet
I horisonten settes det opp
en retrospektiv utstilling
Blå historier
Ja takk, en billett.
Voksen?
Et streif av gule tanker
konspirerer og blir lattermilde
En tett lang stillhet, og så;
en dråpe og en til
Blank applaus av forløsende regn...
onsdag 2. desember 2009
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