Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
nyc slow motion with me...actually with james nares
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
When you look into infinity...
Calvin: If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
Hobbes: How so?
Calvin: Well, when you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
proper use of brain power
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
It's cold
Robert Doisneau: Neige à New York / Maurice Baquet, 1960
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
real
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.
But the Skin Horse only smiled.
