Bootylicious

This is why Gregory and the Hawk (AKA Meredith Godreau) is incredible:

I Feel Like Dancing

I think capturing, via photograph, hipsters in mid-dance may be one of the funniest things in the world.

The Stolen Child

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand.

W.B. Yeats wrote those words in 1889 at the age of 24 as he realized his sense of idealism was slowly slipping away.

I watched the news yesterday with my Irish roommates as reports came in of the worst mass shooting in U.S. history.

32 years later, in "The Second Coming," Yeats wrote:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

It's interesting how things like poetry, music, or prose can have such impact when delivered at the right time. I feel like Yeats came to me in the same respect that he lowered his pen to a blank piece of paper - with coffee nearby, sending its heat upwards into the air; and outside, a storm unfurling it's dark cloak.