The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... |
These inspiring words come to us from Beatnick
hottie, Jack Kerouac (thank goodness I was in
Pampers when he was in his prime or I too would
have been “On the Road”… to perdition!)
Welcome, reader, to a world of exuberance,
joy, light, irreverence, laughter and culture (high
and low.) Are the stresses of life “too much with
you?” |
Are you so mired in the mundane that
you’ve lost all sense of the world’s wonders?
Have a seat, help yourself to a cup of Angelina’s
double thick dark chocolate cocoa with a dollop
of whipped cream and let us explore all that
delights us.
Let us vent about that which aggravates us. Let us commiserate about that which saddens us, and
let us find comfort and inspiration in the |
contemplation of beauty in all its forms (from Victor Hugo’s epic poetry to Hugh Jackman’s epic
pectorals.) This is the world, not as it is necessarily,
but as I would like it to be, “la vie en rose
colored glasses.”
Feel free to share, comment, vehemently
disagree. Only indifference and boredom are unwelcome
here. And now, on with the “feast!!” |
