Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things -

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And [...]

If Not, Winter

I dreamt about the Bore again the other night.

I know Hough

This is a black and white image that I created in Paint Shop by extracting all the edges out of a pastoral image my dad took in Delaware over Christmas.

This is the result of applying the Hough Line Transform on the above image. Pretty, isn’t it? What you are seeing is all the possible [...]

A Tragedy in Three Dimensions

11 free variables. Find the global minimum.

Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,The night above the dingle starry,Time let me hail and climbGolden in the heydays of his eyes,And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple townsAnd once below a time I lordly had the [...]

Vanish Into Memory

"Facist Horse Murderer!"

Uttered in conversation by one crazy Austrian.

Subject: Re: Stop Joanna!!!
I am not a fascist horse-murderer!! You should not be stopping me, but rather stopping the Austrian and his evil lies! If anyone is a fascist, it is the Austrian! If anyone is a horse-murderer, it is the Austrian!
Quoting Can Sar: http://equineprotectionnetwork.com/saveamericashorses/

Save the Hobo Staring Game From Oblivion!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Articles_for_deletion/Hobo_Staring_Game

Samuel Wilson

Fra il dire e il fare c’e’ di mezzo il mare

The Queen of Argyll

Gentlemen it is my duty,To inform you of one beauty,Though I’d ask of you a favor,No’ to seek her for a while.
Though I own she is a creature,Of character and feature,No words can paint the picture,Of the Queen of all Argyll.
And if you could’ve seen her there,Boys, if you had just been there,The swan was [...]