skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
Getting Out of the Boat
view from a train in Norway
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Breathe
Why does sadness blur into the desperation of the hunted, and both translate into difficulty breathing?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
▼
2007
(127)
►
November
(2)
►
October
(7)
►
September
(6)
▼
August
(16)
The lies we tell ourselves
Isn't she the cutest?
Recommended
Surf Report
Reflections
Transforming
Breathe
Love actually
Autumn coming
Summer days running by
My Niece
Baby baby baby
New Life
Nervous Nelly
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Long Days Coming
►
July
(17)
►
June
(2)
►
May
(18)
►
April
(12)
►
March
(15)
►
February
(13)
►
January
(19)
►
2006
(22)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
Top Five Favorite Writers
Cormac McCarthy
Ernest Hemingway
Jorge Borges
Michael Chabon
Ray Carver
Books on My Nighstand
The Yiddish Policemen's Union, Michael Chabon
Quietly in Their Sleep, Donna Leon
Digging to America, by Anne Tyler
Paris Review Interviews
The Dead Fish Museum, by Charles D'ambrosio
The Names, by Don DeLillo
I Don't Know How She Does It, by Allison Pearson
The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton
Links
Google News
About Me
slightlyschizophrenic
I hate to admit it, but I'm more of an Eeyore, albeit with Pooh and Tigger-ish qualities.
View my complete profile
No comments:
Post a Comment