By Fakhruddin Iraqi
Translated by William Chittick and Peter Lamborn Wilson
O saki, fill a cup
with that wine:
my heart, my religion
my sweet life.
Can drinking be my liturgy?
Then my Faith
will be to sip the Beloved
from this chalice.
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It was a very stormy Tuesday, but I got to see Dementordelta so it was a good day -- she was traveling between New York and Virginia so I told her to come have lunch with me. We were both starving, so we went to IHOP (I had eggs benedict, mmmm), then we looked at Halloween stuff in a couple of stores, though no luck finding the CVS/Rite-Aid/Walgreens witch Barbie yet. Then, sadly for me, she had to go home, and I thought I had to go pick up Adam for a cross country meet at another school, but the tornado warning caused the meet to be postponed. We never saw a tornado but we did have some fierce rain and winds.
While I was uploading photos to Flickr, I realized that I did not have any of our honeymoon photos scanned, which is a problem primarily because they're in an old magnetic page photo album and I can't easily move them because they have ticket stubs and brochures and stuff around them. So I spent the evening scanning them -- all 96 pages -- and watching courtesy a generous Brit the first episode of the third season of Downton Abbey, which feels like a delightful old friend even in the ways it disappoints me...just when I think it's ready to become something more than a soap opera, the usual suspects remind me that it's not! Maggie Smith still makes everything worthwhile.
Some photos from Patuxent Wildlife Preserve on Saturday after the honey festival:
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