Monday, January 10, 2011

Hidden animal cups are my next purchase

I think these cups are simply stunning! Can't wait to get my hands on them :)

$17 each on Amazon. Found via My Owl Barn.

Friday, January 7, 2011

The owl and the pussycat a possible wedding reading?

OK, I have always loved this book, The Owl and the Pussy-cat, and Chris remembers it as well. It's been republished so many times with different drawings, but the story remains perfectly the same.

I've been thinking I'd like to have it as a reading. The more I think about this still-fictitious-but-one-day-will-be-real wedding that Chris refuses to have in a Church, the more I think that that gives me leeway on, well, everything!

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
    In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
    Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
    And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
      What a beautiful Pussy you are,
          You are,
          You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
    How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
    But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
    To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
    With a ring at the end of his nose,
          His nose,
          His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
    Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
    By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
    Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
    They danced by the light of the moon,
          The moon,
          The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Written by Edward Lear

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Love for Harold and Kumar poetry

I just watched Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay and fell in love with the poem Kumar recites at the botched wedding. It's called The Square Root of Three and it's quirky and beautiful.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed