POD 02.21.09

I used to visit the cats at Petco almost every time I went to union square back in '04... tonight I went back--here is a handsome boy I saw. Of course I wanted to take him home with me.

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Today when I cleaned my apartment, I listened to last week's podcast of This American Life. Check it out--it's quite sweet. I recommend subscribing to this awesome radio show--American or not.

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I saw this poem on the subway a few weeks ago
and thought it was nice:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson