Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. Where on earth did you get such a strange picture? Maybe I don't want to know. So.... why'd I ask? I don't know.

Oh, by the way, I messed up when putting my email address below (left part of it off). I've corrected the oversight.

All I have to say is this:

(In constant sorrow all through his days)

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to Old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
(The place where he was born and raised)

For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I've found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
(He has no friends to help him now)

It's fare-thee-well my own true lover
I ne'er expect to see you now
For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)

You can bury me in Sunny Valley
For many years where I may lay
And you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
(He'll meet you on God's golden shore)


Well, that and this:

I liked Sonnet 29 Jarrett. It reminded me of a funny Shakespear T some of my friends had in high school from their AP Lit class (I believe). It had a picture of the playwright on the front, and on the back this quote by the same:
"I love thee not, therefore pursue me not, for I am sick when I do look on thee."
Funny stuff, I thought. (Although it was not the Sonnet but rather the author that reminded me of the quote.)

Laters