From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Sunday, August 19, 2007

Video of Greyson's ACTUAL birthday.. the party was the following weeking

So this is the third of three videos of our adventures at Casa Ole. They took FOREVER!!

The funny part is Grey's face at about 6 minutes into the video... if you wait out the rest you will understand and appreciate what I'm talking about. ;)

Additionally, I wish the lighting was better but at least there is SOME picture. An audio recording simply would not do it justice. And the music gets annoying... it's that base thump,thump, thumping in the background.
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