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| As you might've guessed by my lobster-like exterior, this is me and my brother at his high school graduation. Dee Snyder of Twisted Sister fame was there as his kid graduated with my brother, but my brother is much cooler. |
| This is, from left to right, myself, my brother, and my little sister. On the far left you can also see the smallest piece of Ivy allowable by law. I say this to emphasize that the pocketbook in the picture is not mine. Mine matches my shoes much better. |
| O my unhappy song, My grief has made you grieve, You will not dare to leave My heart, to show your sorrows anywhere; And yet, for others' praise you shall not care, For all your burden is the weight of pain Left by the flames that flare From the cold rock to which I cling, in vain. -Petrarch, from The Canzoniere, L: Ode V |
| If I do hear regretful birds complain -Or the leaves ruffling in the summer light, Or water whispering huskily towards the plain- From my resort, where streamside flowers are bright, And where I sit, and dream of love, and write; Then do I see and hear her once again Whom heaven vouchsafed a moment to our sight; Her far voice comes in answer to my pain: "Why do you waste away in such advance Of time? And why-" so, gently, does she chide, "Do you walk always in a tearful trance? Weep not for me; out of the death I died I rose immortal; and in radiance My eyes, that seemed to shut, have opened wide." -Petrarch, from The Canzoniere, CCLXXIX: Sonnet 238 |
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| Safely home... |
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| Here is yet another picture of me and my brother, this time with the addition of my cousin Maria. I hope to God that you can tell which is which by now. |