all synchronized

Must be the PMS or otherwise... I'm seriously worried - as Finnish synchronized skating on TV is making me cry... :)

the stone gods

Every second the Universe divides into possibilities and most of those possibilities never happen. It is not a uni-verse - there is more than one reading. The story won't stop, can't stop, it goes on telling itself, waiting for and intervention that changes what will happen next.
Love is an intervention.
Hand over hand, beginning the descent of you. Hand over hand, too fast, like my heartbeat. This is the way down, the cliff, the cave.
No safety, no certainty of return.

Jeanette Winterson

h.e.d.v.i.g.

obama team unveiled

Quite a national security team assembled. And most of all, go Hillary!
(photo: CNN)

seven hours

Seven hours and 250 K fit in countless stops to scrape ice and snow off the windshield, two bathroom stops, back and headache.
I've never see anything like this...

four stars

I found it noteworthy that General Ann E. Dunwoody was awarded the highest rank of any US military female as a Four-Star General. There are less than 15 four star generals in the US Army (or was it the armed forces...? A bit confused on that one.)

the cheesiest cheese

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said “I just don’t care?”

It’s only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning, the breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It’s only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss, and the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?

There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee, calling me sugar
You called me sugar

(by p!nk)