Don't stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripend grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
In the soft hush of the morning light
I am the swift bird in flight.
Don't stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
Song Of The Day: Adult Education / Hall And Oats
Word Of The Day: Oneiric / Pertaining to dreams
Guess who's pregnant? My wife. That's right, I knocked her up again. I totally, SO impregnated her. My secret? My strategy? It's three-fold. If you're not a doctor, skip to the next blog, things are about to become exceedingly technical.
Razor-sharp improv. Lurking amid the minutiae of his observations on life and the Universe are some startling insights. Davis pulls off the most elusive of party tricks...Even the gods were grinning.