Time to Party

Let's celebrate "justice" & revenge...

if justice were simply killing one man for the "bad" or "evil", i think there would be a lot more justified murders.

               scapegoat anyone?

And how is the glorification of finding a "dead man" a victory?  Have we lost sight of what we are actually winning?

My love of referencing continues

‎"As McIntyre highlighted in her discourse on referencing, surnames can be rather amusing whilst engaging in this sometimes tedious process. Take for example the wonderful geological information and humour that is found in discussing "Geology: It's Not All Rock and Roll" (Stone, 2011). This arbitrary exercise can now be transformed into a satirical jest projected back at the very system that implemented such ceremony in academia." - McIntyre, E.

Sonnet one hundred & nine

O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could be so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
        For nothing this wide universe I call,
        Save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.


-William Shakespeare

Colour in the desert...

Sometimes it's the little things...

Sonnet sixty five by the bard...

Shakespeare's Sonnet 65

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
   O, none, unless this miracle have might,
   That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

From this lovely website.