Strathcarlie
11-09-2006, 11:41
Because it's my dog's birthday!
This sweethears turns three today http://myspace-156.vo.llnwd.net/00735/65/13/735193156_m.jpg
Congrats, Dante!
It's my littlebrothers birthday today... I pity him
BackwoodsSquatches
11-09-2006, 12:28
Because it's my dog's birthday!
This sweethears turns three today http://myspace-156.vo.llnwd.net/00735/65/13/735193156_m.jpg
Congrats, Dante!
Happy B-day, Pup!
Give him a treat for his/her B-day
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Trandonor
11-09-2006, 12:51
Happy birthday Dante!
He's such a lovely dog, I'm so jealous :P
Rotovia-
11-09-2006, 14:19
Post idea and title theives are reserved a special place in hell, alongside other whores and general conservat...idiots
Deep Kimchi
11-09-2006, 14:21
I’m not sure what effect 9-11 had on you. I was on the roof of the parking garage near Qwest in Arlington, when I heard a boom, and saw a pall of black smoke rising from the area of the Pentagon. Here’s something from a bit later (the following spring):
I spent some time at my daughter’s elementary school, which despite its presence in a fairly good neighborhood is probably as old as I am. I met her music teacher. She had gathered two classes of vocal students, separated by age, and gave private lessons in piano and a few other instruments. Things wore out, things atrophied; and yet so much of what I remember from my own experience in elementary school remained, essentially intact.
“Come see my primary chorus, John. You know, the little ones really have better voices than the older kids; it's always that way. Your can eat lunch with us, and then you can stay and listen till you get bored.” And so I lunched with them, and stayed and listened. The children arrived promptly, in clusters, obviously experienced pupils—feral out of doors, noisy but tractable as soon as they crossed the threshold. It was true that their voices had not yet lost the sweet clarity that their souls, being human, had never had; and she had schooled them into a lusty approximation of accuracy and order. They sang “John Peel” and “Auld Lang Syne” and “I've Been Workin’ on the Railroad.” They sang, pristinely as an inspiration:
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow.
Do you, or I, or anyone know
How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow?
I stayed longer than I had expected. They sang “America the Beautiful.”
How long since I had heard that song, or any such song? At least a few years, it must have been. I tried to recall some real or plausible last occasion from my disintegrated memories of the Time Before, and could not. And since that lost last time, my ears had been filled with the sad, wild anthems of the sterile plateaus.
Oh, beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.
And suddenly a real beauty trembled vainly up from the foolish words, and I was homesick, soul sick, for those alabaster cities that had never been and would never be. There people lived whose right name was patriots, and fed upon the golden wine of pride, the snowy bread of love. But there had never been a past from which that future might have come.
Had there been? I had been a child, too young to do anything real, too young really to understand; and when I began to understand, and to be old enough, it was too late for doing. That was easy to say.
Monkeypimp
11-09-2006, 14:26
How many 'other stuff happened on 11/9' threads do we need?
Sarkhaan
11-09-2006, 15:31
*snip*
I'm pretty sure posting the same exact thing in several threads, even when it isn't actually related to the topic at hand, is spam...