A poem by Yehuda Amichai on my favorite city in all the world:
Jerusalem is low, crouching between her mountains,
Not like New York, for example.
Two thousand years ago, she crouched
In a wonderful lunge.
All other cities ran great
Circles in the arena of time, won or lost,
And died. Jerusalem remained in a lunge:
All victories are taut and concealed in her. All defeats.
Her strength grows and her breath is calm
For a race even outside the arena.
Via Jewish Review of Books
Andy at My Old RV has thrown in the pixels. He’s closed his blog though it still can be found here—at least for a while. Also bailing on his alternate blog here.
Well, he is 62. And I’m just twelve years older. But then I still enjoy blogging.
Speaking of asses, something my fiance may curtail at any moment, my daily morning treadmill at the J is becoming a view of asses and elbows on the elipticals placed in front of the treadmills.
The bigger the better, I always say, and am sometimes rewarded. Makes the 45 minutes go faster for sure.
I used to razz Mr. Boy about wearing shorts in the winter. Still do on occasion. But he’s got nothing on the two cute middle-school girls I saw climbing Hart hill the other morning in 38 degree weather. They had on very short shorts. I couldn’t enjoy the view I felt so sorry for them.
An Austin realtor-ess of exceptional beauty, despite the airbrushing of her obvious attributes here. She specializes in million-plus luxury homes. No surprise.
This is old. But funny. And I missed it. So I’m making up for it now.
Via Mouth of the Brazos