Finishing my conference talk for the weekend soundtracked by an old Jape track I rediscovered, aptly called: I Spend Too Much Time At Conferences (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Tag Archives: Ireland
Her favorite moment, this. Perched on the wooden stool, looking out. The small window of silence. The sky lightening. The roses opening. The dew burning of the grass. The house still cold enough to feel that there is yet a purpose to the day. Colum McCann Transatlantic. Bloomsbury (2013) p. 230
A poem by Emily Dickinson and a stencil. It’s like this was made for me. (via nevver; source; probably in Dublin, Ireland.)
It’s the standard question that the waitress asks you here in Germany when you pay. And yet every time it feels strange to me. Theresa and I are sitting, holding hands, drinking our coffee together, taking turns with the fork so we can equally share our slice of cake. But she still asks us this …
