early money is like yeast

time to take out the checkbook and contribute early to presidential candidates i like. first up - howard dean.

spring, finally

and i bet today will be the day the last of the snow in my driveway melts!

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
by Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

our president, lookin gooooooooood

"our troops are rushing into battle. quick, make sure my hair looks good!"

(bbc transmitted footage of bush getting primped before his speech weds night. they apologized to the white house for showing him in such an unmanly fashion.)