“Off to the right along their path, Pallas Athena sent a heron gliding down the night. They could not see it passing, but they heard its cry; and heartened by that fisher bird, Odysseus prayed ‘O child of Zeus who bears the storm cloud, hear me….
“We’ve always really enjoyed the organic next to the synthetic and the beautiful next to the ugly,” says Wye Oak‘s Andy Stack; that’s the perfect summation of the contrasts that persist through… 129 more words
When our daughter is upset, she screams. When she is overly happy, she screams. When she has any emotion at all, she screams…. And with each piercing shriek, I inch closer to Death’s comforting embrace.