Sigh

Crazy world
Full of crazy contradictions like a child
First you drive me wild
And then you win my heart with your wicked art
One minute tender, gentle
Then temp'remental as a summer storm
Just when I believe your heart's getting warmer
You're cold and you're cruel
And I like a fool try to cope
Try to hang on to hope
Crazy world, ev'ry day the same old roller coaster ride
But I've got my pride
I won't give in
Even though I know I'll never win
Oh, how I love this crazy world

I love this song. I love to hear Julie Andrews sing it. So many times, today included, these words embody everything I feel.

Skipping Beats

How is it that every time I watch this my heart skips several beats? Just writing about it makes me all misty-eyed!

Swoon! Where have all the great romances gone? Will there ever be "another" Sound of Music?? Here's hoping! But for now I'll snuggle up with Mathias and watch this scene again and again!

Laughing Out Loud!

Because I have to laugh at this -- otherwise I'd be crying.

Season Premieres Have Landed!

Potatoes Unite is coming back online! Check it out, fellow TV junkies! 90210 is first up for discussion!
Here's a pic to tantalize!

Guess Who Found the Camera?

Washington Chainsaw Massacre

Yeah, that's how we roll here in Washington! I'm more awesome than ever before! Sweet!

There's Rock Bottom. . . .

And then there's the hole that is dug going down below rock bottom, and when you finally end up getting to the bottom of that hole, a bumblebee stings you. Blerg.

WANTED

Status: Winged and dangerous.
Reward: 1 million dollars for the first to rip its little wings off. Stupid bee.

For Beatrice

Deh peregrini che pensosi andate
Forse di cosa che non v’è presente,
Venite voi da sì lontana gente,
Com’a la vista voi ne dimostrate,

Che non piangete quando voi passate
Per lo suo mezzo la città dolente,
Come quelle persone che neente
Par che ‘ntendesser la sua gravitate?

Se voi restate per volerlo audire,
Certo lo cor de’ sospiri mi dice
Che lagrimando n’uscirete pui.

Ell’ha perduta la sua Beatrice;
E le parole ch’om di lei pò dire
Hanno vertù di far piangere altrui.

Say, pilgrims, ye who go thus pensively,
Musing perchance on things that distant are,
Come ye from land and men so far away,
As by your outward mien ye show to us,

That ye weep not when passing through the midst
Of the dejected city, in her woe,
Seeming as persons who have never heard
Of the calamity oppressing her ?

If ye remain and have the will to hear,
This heart of sighs assures me ye will then
Share in our grief and weep when ye depart.

The desolate city mourns her Beatrice,
And in the tale that may be told of her
Is virtue to force every one to weep.

-Dante

Uninspired

Lately I've been watching a show called Kitchen Nightmares. The premise is this: Gordon Ramsey goes to a restaurant that is on the brink of failure and has one week to turn it around. Typically the owner of the restaurant is coo coo for Cocoa Puffs and has to be brought to reality.
Then there are the chefs. Within minutes of observing a chef, Gordon can pinpoint the problem, which usually boils down to the chef's loss of inspiration and passion.
After watching a number of episodes, I realized that I am like these chefs: I have lost my passion for food.
And now that I am aware of this, I realize that I miss it.
Where did my inspiration go? How do I regain it?

Ps. If one of you dear readers happens to know Gordon Ramsey, feel free to send him my way with some advice!

The Score

Mosinskis: 6
Mice: dead