O, sir, the metrical eludes your grasp!
Speas: [Reading a Text from Last Night] "I just realized that 'Hey girl, when you gonna let me tap that?' is in iambic pentameter. I am going to write a poem."
Caroline: It is not! . . . . "Hey girl" is a trochee.
Speas, make that face again…you kinda look like a cute little prairie dog.– My wonderful camper
The Winter's Tale is the best.
“What you do still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I’d have you do it ever: when you sing, I’d have you buy and sell so, so give alms, Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, And own no other function: each your doing, So...
Strawberry Muffin Recipe
I need to try this. Stat. 2 Cups of diced strawberries, slightly under-ripe, a squeeze of lemon juice, two cups of flour, a cup of sugar, two teaspoons of baking powder, two teaspoons of vanilla extract, cup of vegetable oil, two large eggs, and two thirds of a cup of sour cream. 1- Preheat the oven to 400 degrees and line a 12 cup tin with muffin cups, spraying each. 2- Put diced...
Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are,...– Alexander McCall Smith, Love Over Scotland
Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss...– Ned the Piemaker, Pushing Daisies
I was curious as to what this newfangled tumblr thing is. So we shall see whether this will be something to keep up, or whether it’ll fizzle out…