Phendrana Drifts

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

- Dylan Thomas

I am in Calgary visiting a family member who became very ill last Thursday. In case you were wondering where I went.

Wow lobby conference takes the life out of you. I'm exhausted.

So I caved. I had a juicy double cheeseburger from Wendy's today. And it was good. So very good. Allie caught me fondling hams in Safeway later.

So I've obviously been a bad blogging person. And for at least a week, it will get worse, as I have a work conference (in town fortunately).

I'm getting very excited for Star Wars, but have discovered I have been invited out of town for work on May 18-20. This doesn't sound like the kind of story that will end perfectly. Regardless, I'm sure Banff will show the movie, and the people who I want to see it with will be willing to see it twice.

If you haven't seen it yet, the new Episode III trailer is up at starwars.com. Go see it.

We's all on the cover of Newsweek
Well, I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm on my way, I'm takin' my time, but I don't know where

Apparently the Gateway has a stock photo of me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I suppose there could be a worse photo of me on file with a student newspaper, judging by events south of here.

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Allie!
Happy birthday to you!

As suggested, my photo essay... without much of the essay...