When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson

03 September 2006

Labor Day Weekend

A few anniversaries to celebrate this long Labor Day weekend:

Two years ago, over Labor Day Weekend 2004, I started blogging. (Well, if you count a placeholder post as "starting to blog.")

Ten years ago, over Labor Day Weekend 1996, I moved to New York City, to be with Carrie. (Two years and one month later, we were married.)

I think the jury's still out on me as a blogger, but I have to say that the last ten years spent in the company of Carrie, for all of the trials that we have been through, have been the happiest of my life. And yes, I've finally gotten used to Manhattan, and may be ruined for living anywhere else now.

We have faced plenty of difficulties (usually, thank God, not of our own making) and seem only to have become the stronger for it. Whatever the future may hold for us, I am serene and happy knowing that we will be facing it together.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

- e.e. cummings

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