giveaway update--Jeff

happy birthday jeffy-pie

Happy Birthday old Beck,
I love you the heck.

More holiness give me, more strivings within.
More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Savior, more sense of His care.
More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer.

More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord.
More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word.
More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief.
More meekness in trial, more praise for relief.

More purity give me, more strength to o'ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home.
More fit for the kingdom, more used would be,
More blessed and holy, more, Savior, like Thee.

"I Can See Obama Right Now!"

(quoted from a little girl looking out from the top of the lincoln memorial)


my work sent me to DC. yahoo.

my bob's getting hitched

Congratulations Andrew and Ashley. A blessing on both your houses!!

WORK

yes, that is the kraken on my desktop

Disappointment

complete.utter.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY E

you great goose!

I had a vision

flying home from california.
I looked out the window to the sea . I saw one wave form out of the water. Pick itself up into a violent, pointed peak. then resolve itself back
into flat ocean.
my eyes opened and I saw a million waves. form and rage and die.
the sea looked to me like a battle ground. like passion.
the plane lifted.
out my window
the waves lost something
the higher I went.
they grew squatter.
and less menacing.
Rounded hills.
to ripples.
to nothing.
until the ocean turned to smooth blue glass.
and I thought about my prayers. and passions.
and God, looking down. from his jet plane in the sky.

giveaway update--Moflo

Dear Boston,

Thank you for the day of warmth and sunshine yesterday.
it was nice and made me feel like it's summertime, rather than one long, eternal, dark and bitter winter.
let's do it again sometime.
love, erin

All Grown Up

yeah, I live with this bad boy. don't be jealous.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESSIZLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

giveaway update--tye

has anyone ever needed you

and you flubbed up. bad.


:(

giveaway update--ju

last sunday

leslie's blog with the full story and links to media

SPRING !!!!

Last week was Lilac Sunday in the Arnold Arboretum-the only day of the year they allow (and welcome) picnickers. I always have time for a picnic, so leslie&I packed up some ranger cookies and cold hotdogs and followed the ebb of bostonians to the park. much to my delight, not only was lilac sunday on a sunny day, but it included lilacs. gazillions of them! down a lovely walk (in the giant, green and winding arboretum) we found lilac tree after lilac tree, each with a different smell, color and petal design, and each with a handy metal tag on the trunk to tell us the name. A few winners included: "Bella de Nancy", "President Poincare", and "Bridal Memories". what would you name a lilac breed?...makes you wonder.


The Arboretum also had lots of beautiful other things, like this bell chime flowering tree and awesome tree caves, like this one where we settled down to picnic until the day cooled down enough to chase us back home.


Boston has broken into blossom. Leslie and I couldn't resist a princess photo shoot during lunch in the Harvard medical quad.


These blossoms popped out down the street from my house. I can't help sticking my nose in everything. I love love love blossom smell. it makes me as happy as riding a bike or petting a ragamuffin dog. if you close up on the last picture you can see the pollen on my face...

Happy spring time!! we finally made it through the winter.

my new rockstar name

Honda Iceman

giveaway update--Wardies

Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

-John Berryman