I love Shel Silverstein poetry. In childhood, I read Falling Up about 20 times through. Considering that I was a very illiterate and foreign child, that's an accomplishment! The imagery in the poems is incredibly playful and fun. Here are some of my favorites.
I Know You Little, I Love You Lots
I know you little, I love you lots,
my love for you could fill ten pots,
fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
three teacups, and four dishpans.
And I fell up-
Up to the roof tops
Up past the tree tops
Up over the mountias
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds
But it go me so dizzy
When I looked around
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down
I have a serious case of the mean reds. As of today all of my friends are long-distance. Here is a blog entry featuring some Internet finds that make me happy/ are keeping me from breaking down into a tiny friend-less mess.
Mustache Mugs! If you find the Hitler one, let me know!
My family coat of arms has three pears on it. Pears are symbols of individuality, however the number three is very archetypical. Thus, the oxymoron that I descend from: the archetypical individual. Ironic, and oh so disgustingly post-modern.