rive gauche.

In honor of those who perished on 9/11 ten years ago.





 painting by Jasper Johns ~ weird rustic aesthetic, but cool idea.  






A Sunday-inspired hymn, to calm in the midst of all this devastation, from

 Elizabeth P. Prentiss

More Love to Thee by 

More love to thee, O Christ, more love to thee! 
 Hear thou the prayer I make on bended knee. 
 This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to thee; 
 more love to thee, more love to thee! 

Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest; 
 now thee alone I seek, give what is best. 
 This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to thee; 
 more love to thee, more love to thee! 

Let sorrow do its work, come grief and pain; 
 sweet are thy messengers, sweet their refrain, 
 when they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to thee; 
 more love to thee, more love to thee! 

Then shall my latest breath whisper thy praise; 
 this be the parting cry my heart shall raise; 
 this still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to thee; 
 more love to thee, more love to thee! 

.....And to top everything off, a photo of my very svelte and attractive young 

goat!

(He didn't want me taking a picture of his face)

Hmm, I seem to suffer from the same universal delusions which harbor much of the female portion of humanity: pretending animals can talk. Ah well, a harmless oddity. Added to my other oddities, however, this takes the cake. The goat says hi.

Quid agis!