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



Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I cut my hair

Among other things I should be diligently telling the blog-world about, I have cut my hair.

Shoot blogger hates me because I won't pay them to host more pictures. You'll have to go HERE to see them.

3 comments:

Michelle said...

Blogger wants you to pay them to post pictures on your blog!? I've never heard of that. Or at least I've never been asked to, even with the plethora of pictures I have on mine! That's weird.

How about attaching a link to that "HERE" so we can go there and see your pics!? What 'do ya say!? ;)

Unknown said...

Hehe... I guess I should have finished the post before I published it, huh?
It is finished now!
It's google that wants my money... for picasa actually. I have tons and tons of pictures there.
picasa/arrenq or something like that if you're interested.

M said...

Love it!! I'm gonna chop my hair too and donate it. The last time I donated it I got that hair cut and I loved it. It made me look older, which is always a positive thing for me. :)