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Favorite excerpts from The Walrus and the Carpenter
Lewis Carrol

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright -
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
`If this were only cleared away,'
They said,`It would be grand!'

`If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
`That they could get it clear?'
`I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

`O oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand each.'


But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat -
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.


`The time has come,' the Walrus said,
`To talk of many things:
Of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax-
Of cabbages- and kings-
And why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings.'


`A load of bread,' the Walrus said,
`Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed-
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

`But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
`After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
`The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
`Do you admire the view?'


`O Oysters,' said the Carpenter.
`You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none-
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.


A fascinating new journal find I discovered.

Gorey Mania
I love this master. I've loved him since I first saw his artwork on Mystery.

Never Lukewarm
I was invited to join this online community of artisans. They stated that "Less is more." Yay. It's nice to know minimalism is a celebrated thing.

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January 22, 1999
O oysters, come and walk with us!

Eileene's Boots
Ok. I'm cheating. I took this photograph earlier this week, inspired by Ceej's photograph of her boots by her computer. It's not as well composed as hers. I'm just not a photographer. Some days I will get a gem of a photograph, but not most days. Alas.

Anyway, I have no photograph of myself today. Bad bad bad. I think it's because I was busy taking photographs of Grand Central Station.

Station Under Construction
The beautiful corridors underneath the station. Inaccessable to us, behind the gates and under construction. Nostalgic, isn't it?

A closeup of the beautiful benches. The patterns on the floor are beautifully tiled. It reminds me of a church and not a railroad station. There is something beautiful about Grand Central Station that makes me feel that it is a cathedral: the beautiful high ceiling covered with the stars (heavens). The wooden benches. The portraits of far-away lands substitute for stained glass depictions of the gospels. Bless my travel and may I make it safely to my destination.


I took the pictures on the way to lunch. I went to lunch at the Grand Central Oyster Bar. This was my second time there (at the time of this writing, I'm still working on getting down my first visit). From past experience, I knew that I wanted to order some Moonstones (yummie and big ones, baby!) and Beloit. I also ordered a single Kumamoto oyster, and boy was that a treat! The oyster is milky white and has a creamy texture to it. It's difficult to describe, but it helps to have a good understanding of the various flavors of oyster. I feel like a wine lover feels when trying to explain the delicacy of various wines to someone who hasn't partaken of the variety of oysters. They are there... it's just difficult to really compare when you only have one variety at a time in one sitting.

Oyster Bar

On thinking about my life is transitioning right now:

In my earlier years, I was marked as a student. I lived off my parents. I was dependent upon them and yearned for the days of my independence.

Now, I am *out there* in the *world*. I've got a Job. I moved from the safe haven of my previous life as a college student/post-college student wannabe (working for peanuts at a University job) to The City. To a job and career. I'm lost sometimes. This adult world is occasionally unsuited for me; I want the guides of my childhood to tell me where to turn. I long for the days when I didn't have to care about all this adult stuff of 401k and HMO.

But, I'm happy with my new-found independence. I have money. I have responsibility. It's both frightening and exhilarating. I'm defining more of myself, growing. Being.

I hope to never stop being this age.


Wow. I'm the only "Eileene" listed in Yahoo as having an official website. That's pretty cool.

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