Tuesday, July 31, 2007

One more thing!

This is my newest addition to my shop. I love this bracelet; the little jade gemstones make me think of raindrops.

Another neat book

This one lacks the audio abilities of the last book but it sure does compensate with beautiful pictures and extremely interesting content. I'll get this one. . . someday.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Neatness overload

As a bibliophile (I like books), audiophile (I like sound), and bird-lover (that's pretty self-explanatory) this is the most exciting book EVER! I got a little too excited when I found this at Barnes & Noble the other day. My boyfriend offered to buy it for me because I think he just wanted to get me out of there before I embarrassed him further... I was practically jumping up and down with excitement. It has pictures and descriptions of different American birds and a number corresponding to each. You put the number in the contraption on the right side and it plays one of the songs the birds sings (like realistic, recorded song [not creepy MIDI or anything]).

Of course, I didn't let my boyfriend buy it for me (it's quite expensive in brick and mortar stores). Instead, I quietly put it back on the shelf and walked away with a new birthday gift idea :-)

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Rock, Paper, Scissors

I read this in about 3 and a half years ago and worked hard to keep the title in my mind. I loved this poem from the first read and didn't ever want to forget it; it's called"Song of the Powers" by David Mason.
Mine, said the stone,
mine is the hour.
I crush the scissors,
such is my power.
Stronger than wishes,
my power, alone.

Mine, said the paper,
mine are the words
that smother the stone
with imagined birds,
reams of them, flown
from the mind of the shaper.

Mine, said the scissors,
mine all the knives
gashing through paper’s
ethereal lives;
nothing’s so proper
as tattering wishes.

As stone crushes scissors,
as paper snuffs stone
and scissors cut paper,
all end alone.
So heap up your paper
and scissor your wishes
and uproot the stone
from the top of the hill.
They all end alone
as you will, you will

Okay, so it's not the happiest poem in the world (the author endured some tough things in his life that show up in his writing). But, the rock, paper, scissors imagery is so magical.