Inspirational Coffee Cup.

The Way I See It # 76

The irony of commitment is that
its deeply liberating - in work, in
play, in love. The act frees you
from the tyranny of your internal
critic, from fear that likes to
dress itself up and parade around
as rational hesitation. To Commit is
to remove your head as the barrier
to your life.

-Anne Morriss

Currently

Because my original plans for spring break fell through, I decided to make the six hour drive to Iowa City, IA to live with my uncle and his two cats Pooper and Daisy. Fortunately my allergies have not been acting up and I am able to live comfortably with the cats, and take all sorts of awesome photos of them. One thing I learned about them is that they are great birders. I have to learn some bird calls for my ornithology class, so I'm playing my Stokes over and over. This ultimately drives the cats mad as they search the room and peer out windows looking for the birds. However, they seem to have realized that the interesting sounds were only coming from my computer and lost interest.

The number of spring birds already here is refreshing compared to back home. The couple latitudinal degrees south really makes a big difference. On the drive out here, I almost smashed an extremely unintelligent Charadrius voiciferous who thought the middle of highway 680 was a good place to take a nap. I also think I saw an juvenile Scissor-tailed Flycatcher, flashing its salmon armpits as it flew before my windshield.

Tomorrow I plan on driving to Omaha to visit the English nanny we had as kids, Barbara. If she is up to it, we will then drive to the Rowe Sanctuary on the Platte River to see the Sandhill Crane migration.

FG

Pheo & Eu

Wishful Thinking

Wouldn't it be nice if everything turned out the way we planned?

Wishfully thinking of you.

FG

Georges Bizet (1838-1875)

Habanera

L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoisier,
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
S'il lui convient de refuser
Rien n'y fait; menace ou priere
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait:
Et c'est autre que je prefere,
Il n'a rien dit mais il me plait
L'amour est enfant de Boheme,
Il n'a jamais connu de loi;
Si tu ne m'amais pas, je t'aime;
Si je t'aime, prends garde a toi!

L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
Battit de l'aile et s'envola
L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre
Tu ne l'attends plus - il est la.
Tout autour de toi, vite, vite,
Il vient, s'en va, puis il revient
Tu crois le tenir, il t'evite
Tu veux l'eviter, il te tient.

Chordata & Cnidaria