still alive
Hello everyone.
Sorry I've been neglectful of the blog lately.
I have much less important things to do, but for some reason, I keep doing those less important things.
But you will hear from me more later.
In the meantime, the current issue of the Pittsburgh City Paper is worth checking out, if only to see the cover.
Comments
Couldn't be more appropriate if you had designed it--in fact it looks as if you did! Now that the "Stillers" have won, I wonder how the picture has changed--maybe glitter, sparkles, and fireworks zipping around the grey (green) matter!!!!
Do you think the players will return to a parade?? Hey, there is "joy" in the Burgh tonight. (Still think you should have one of those yellow towels.)
Posted by: Jane | Febrero 5, 2006 10:55 PM
For some reason I think you like Eddie Bauer. You might be interested to know that they are offering an extra 30% off purchases through their online outlet (eddiebaueroutlet.com) until February 20. On top of that, they are giving out $25 shopping cards for every $75 you spend from the 6th to the 27th.
In keeping with the collegiate feel of the blog, I'll share one of my favorite passages from Paris Spleen:
A man looking out of an open window never sees as much as the same man looking directly at a closed window. There is no object more deeply mysterious, no object more pregnant with suggestion, more insidiously sinister, in short more truly dazzling than a window lit up from within by even a single candle. What we can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what we can perceive taking place behind a pane of windowglass. In that pit, in that blackness or brightness, life is being lived, life is suffering, life is dreaming....
Above the wave-crests of the rooftops across the way I can see a middle-aged woman, face already wrinkled--a poor woman forever bending over something, who never seems to leave her room. From just her face and her dress, from practically nothing at all, I've re-created this woman's story, or rather her legend; and sometimes I weep while reciting it to myself.
Some poor old man would have sufficed just as well; I could with equal ease have invented a legend for him, too.
And so I go to bed with a certain pride, having lived and suffered for others than myself.
Of course, you may confront me with: "But are you sure your story is really the true and right one?" But what does it really matter what the reality outside myself is, as long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am alive, to feel the very nature of the creature that I am.
Posted by: Pyrrhura | Febrero 13, 2006 08:15 PM