Pixel Imperfect

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart; the center cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. . . . . . . . . . . . . From Yeats' "The Second Coming"

This is a clip from The Science of Love ... which was extremely illuminating. Love, love me do Scanning the brains of people in love is also helping to refine science's grasp of love's various forms. Helen Fisher, a researcher at Rutgers University, and the author of a new book on love, suggests it comes in three flavours: lust, romantic love and long-term attachment. There is some overlap but, in essence, these are separate phenomena, with their own emotional and motivational systems, and accompanying chemicals. These systems have evolved to enable, respectively, mating, pair-bonding and parenting. Lust, of course, involves a craving for sex. Jim Pfaus, a psychologist at Concordia University, in Montreal, says the aftermath of lustful sex is similar to the state induced by taking opiates. A heady mix of chemical changes occurs, including increases in the levels of serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin and endogenous opioids (the body's natural equivalent of heroin). “This m...

I'm feeling much better. :-) I have a secret to tell From my electrical well It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells So, the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e My stories infinite Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend

I've kinda lost one of my best friends in the whole world. Whenever I start thinking about it, I just want to cry. I miss him everyday. I just don't know if we were supposed together. I felt like I was lying to him. Something wasn't right. I think I was being a pretty horrible girlfriend anyway. So, every time I hear this song I get sad. I will always miss this man who was my best friend and my life. Life will go on. I'll move on. There will be new friends and new lives. But, I will never get over the loss of a friend so dear. I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You Colin Hay I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth That if I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey 'Cause I shook the hand...

So quiet: another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale. Another wasted breath: again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired, 'cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break out of touch out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes. Out of touch are we out of time? Close lipped: another goodnight kiss is robbed of all its passion. Your grip another time is slack. It leave me feeling empty I'll wait until tomorrow. Maybe you'll feel better then; maybe we'll be better then. So, what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you. This mood of yours is temporary. It seems worth the wait to see you smile again. Out of the corner of my eye won’t be the only way you're looking at me then.

I told you these would be bad photos. Anyway, Lake Jocassee is wayyyyyyyy down due to the drought. I took these photos with my dad's cell. See where the rocks are? The water line is supposed to be well above that.

So, on Thursday my Grandpa was in town! Yay! So, after class, I trucked it down to TR, threw some laundry in the wash (yay for free laundry facilities!) and hung out with the 'rents and Grandpa. We drove to Jocassee to see the horribleness that had happened because of the drought. Pictures will be up at RedCatStills later. Not good pictures, mind you. Bad ones. Taken with Dadders cell and e-mailed to myself. And there's only two because I accidentally e-mailed one to myself twice instead of e-mailing all three. Afterwards, we drove back, stopping at Aunt Sue's on the way for a late lunch and to browse the wares. They sell some pretty cool stuff there. Oh yeah, and Dad challenged me to a game of checkers. It was sad. My loss was quite inevitable. Then, dinner with the above plus Lou and some of her boys: Will and Caleb. Oh, by the way, I am pleased to have my own boys. She's had her boy scouts forever. Now I have boys! It's just like old times. Then, Apples-to-Apple...