Thursday, October 2, 2014

Beach Baby | Bon Iver

Tell your lucky one
To know that you’ll leave
It’s like what my ancestor told me in a dream:
You’ll be a sponge for the pain of others.
It’s like what I told the lassie from the local paper:
I do not suffer for my art, I just suffer.
Roddy Lumsden, from “My Pain,” Mischief Night: New and Selected Poems (Bloodaxe Books, 2004)

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October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via becomingroux)

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confectionerybliss:

Glazed Apple Fritters | The Kitchn


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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

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Hemingways Keys’ home

One of my favorite authors.  A writer’s writer.  My first look at his home in the Keys which surprisingly defines another aspect of his personality.  Thanks.

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