No matter who or where we are, we consume art on a daily basis. We listen to songs, go to the cinema, or spend a lazy afternoon enjoying a good book.
But why is it that art is so important? Why is it that our lives would feel empty, pointless, filled with blank spaces without art?
Art is important for a million different reasons: we consume art because it inspires us, because it gives us purpose, motivation, ambition, and it makes us dream.
And I'm Back... The Marketing Continues
So I took a 10 Day Break, and now I have returned... Just before the break, I received My "Chess With Agatha" Bookmarks, and so I will contact the Bookstore Manager, and figure out when she is there so I can have the Sample "I Died Once" Books, and Bookmarks dropped off.
Wish me luck, we shall see
An Inspiring Article, Originally Posted Here
Boston Marathon explosions attract an outpouring of help from city's residents
2 hours 33 minutes ago
It's a plain spreadsheet with a simple title: "I have a place to offer."
What follows is simply inspiring.
There are names, thousands of names of people in the Boston area with standing offers to help those displaced by the…
I love tea, and this is how I brew it.All the equipment you need to brew tea: a teapot (this Royal Albert teaset is from a British charity store), a glass jug, a digital thermometer and a digital weighing spoon (all from eBay), hot water, and tea leaves (from T2 and Tea Leaves in Melbourne).These are some of the teas I keep in stock: …
January's poetry challenge is to write a poem to or about a person close to you using any of the senses except sight.
I'm looking forward to reading all your entries.
You can post in this challenge at anytime.
The entries so far.
I would have liked to find out its name before sharing it with you but I couldn't wait, I had it tucked away in my hard drive for a few months now. I've seen a younger version of this tree around. I clicked this one at my principals front yard, she's probably the best person to ask ... but I keep forgetting!
I have attended every book club meeting at my school. I've never missed a National Honor Society meeting, a Math Honor Society meeting, a Social Studies Honor Society meeting, or a Latin Honor Society meeting. But when I tell people that I've never attended a high school football game, I am always asked the same question: what's wrong with you?
Have you seen the moon tonight?
Did you drink in her crisp pearly beams?
Have you felt the wind like a soft rain of
Needles against your skin?
I let its chill course in my fevered veins
Sending me riding on a wave so high
I almost touched the velvet sky
… feels as if it’s faded
With each year it get worse, you hear this every year
The sad darkness that creeps
Inside me with this realization finds a comfy spot and settles
Drive it away says the child that I was
Drive it away with the memories of dressing up
The old Christmas tree with grandma at the bakery…