The Giver of Gifts

It is well-know and therewith I mean: often and generally presumed that the exercising of a virtue is beneficial not only to the soul but also the humour of the virtuous. I can vouch for part of the truth in this matter.

Whilst stumbling of late I came accross an on-line vintage T-shirt dealer and thinking it too long to wait for a certain someone's birthday I decided to simply gift her a dress piece of no particular reason.

Though it cost me, the financial aspect fell into nothing compared with my joy upon observing her joy. Within minutes though I started feeling guilty for not getting my other house mates some gifts also.

Words to live by

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
 They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
 And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
 By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
 And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
 It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
 And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin

Ice-cold indeed

I've always known I had a penguin connection.

You Are Antarctica

You are tough, adventurous, and a survivor. You don't let your fears ever hold you back. You like to challenge yourself in all arenas. You want to see the world and make new discoveries. People seem you as distant and even cold... and you admit that this can be true at times. Your own dreams and thoughts are so interesting that they make most other people seem very dull.

What Continent Are You?

Blogthings: Cheaper Than a Therapist

295 days later...

Bubbles books and sunshine.

I have had a lot of inspiration. Or more precisely I've had a lot of ideas for new blog subjects and too little time to write or rather not enough time in front of my computer. The past few days have been rather wonderfull as far as weather and reading is concerned. I have not to complain about food and drink lately but deliciously though I have been fed, it stings that I did not create all those gorgeous goodies.

More to the point with al the warm weather of March a lot of people, including half my house mates have called 'spring' and 'summer'. For me it is only so once we've had the first spring shower. Having had it and having cycled through it for the half hour that it lasted noting will deter me from enjoying time in my garden in the sun.

The professor

Anyone following me on Goodreads, or even simply keeps an eye on my twitter- updates is by now aware that I'm reading 'The Professor' by Charlotte Brönte. In a classic Brönte style, neither language nor plot can be called extraordinary; but one thing puzzles me exceedingly... the attitude of the main charachter towards Belgium, Brussels and the 'Flamands'. Where it not that there is never mentioning (so far) of 'Wallons', as all the native French speakers appear to be either French or Swiss. I might have suspected Charlotte of Southern Belgian sympathies. :-)