My day has been a disaster.

Somebody toss some paper towels at me.

That’ll help.

 

 

 

“The Other Door,” William McGregor Paxton, 1917

Oil on canvas.

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Where to donate to help Las Vegas shooting victims

See Bethany Hines’ article at CNN.com here.

 

 

 

 

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.”

William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

 

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“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

Trump doesn’t want people to know about A.C.A. enrollment. (So let’s spread the word.)

I found this message on Facebook this afternoon, and then verified it over at Snopes.com.  I shared it, and am posting it here as well:

[The Affordable Care Act (ACA / Obamacare) enrollment period was shortened and the Trump administration has cut funding to advertise these deadlines by 90%. The website for enrolling will be taken off-line every weekend, thus preventing weekend enrollment. This is a tactic to decrease enrollment. BE SURE TO ENROLL ON WEEKDAYS! Enrollment for 2018 ACA / Obamacare starts November 1 and ends December 15 …  This isn’t intended to spam, we have to do grassroots promotion to keep enrollment up because Trump is trying to get ACA to crumble due to low enrollment numbers.]

Help spread the word, folks, please.

 

 

 

Godspeed, Las Vegas.

America is with you.

 

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Photo credit: Robert Dimov [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.

 

“Sonnet 29,” by William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

 
 

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“Full fathom five thy father lies,” read by Eric Robert Nolan.

From William Shakespeare’s “The Tempest.”  For Emily. 🙂

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
                                        Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

 

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