This is an updated photo of me with Suziebm a new member to the lit~net community and my current girlfriend. She is sort of mean to me...she tried to run me over in her in her wheelchair the other day. Anyways, I know the picture was in my blog, but I thought I'd update it a little. B
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
islandclimber -- very nice pictures, I see where you dubbed yourself islandclimber (great pic)! I think my favorite would be the champagne one, very cute!
rachel - I liked that picture, wonder what you are thinking about ...
Maddie, you are sooooo lovely!
LadyW, tooooo cute!
and B, I really love that photo of you and Suzie. You guys definitely make an adorable couple.
Cheers!
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Madhuri,,,,wow, what bewitching eyes you have !
KAHEEN PAY NIGAHIEN KAHEEN PAY NISHANA !
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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B-Menthal....I thought you were just a kid
I must start showing respect to my elders...very bad off me :-(
Nice to see you though
Islandclimber - there was no need to show off your 6packs! We are already unsecure ;-)
And brown-eyed Madhuri - it reminds of someone I know...the vibrant browns of her eyes were like...hum...vibrant brown eyes...
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
Blog: Rubaiyats of Lote-Tree and Poetry and Tales
So many beautiful and handsome people here on litnet. Maddie I love how you're so mysterious!!
"So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about, the way....He loves us..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5xXowT4eJjY
Check it out! Me in my track uniform.
Last edited by Dori; 04-01-2008 at 07:56 PM.
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
Hehehe You gotta love those shorts...
"Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day"
Oscar Wilde [The Picture of Dorian Gray]
yep those shorts are great.
I think I've told you this before, Dori, but I love your hair.
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Dori, you must be a sprinter to have thighs like that! Those are sprinter legs.
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
Here is one of my Dad (retired Coast Guard) and me after I graduated from Airborne School (slightly edited for privacy reasons):
And, as a bonus, one of me jumping out of a C-130...well, to be honest, it might be me. It's kind of hard to tell from a picture that was taken 1250' below
Well, they're practically weightless compared to the regular shorts which helps a bit.
Thanks.
Well, one would think that, but I'm not a sprinter. I do what little sprinting is required for pole vaulting. Also, I'm a better long-distance runner than a sprinter. I would attribute my thighs more to my playing ice hockey and soccer than running track.
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!