"Love grows by what it remembers of love"

Thanks to ann1962, I'm in a poetry-quoting mood. Here's more Lisel Mueller -- namely, the poem that made me fall in love with poetry. (Perhaps overly dramatic, but true.) It doesn't seem to turn up on Google but is available in print in her collections Dependencies and Alive Together.

When I first read this, it wasn't so long after my grandfather passed away. It was a hot summer day in a dusty used bookstore. I have a pretty crummy memory, but it seems I can remember that moment perfectly, from the way the shop suddenly seemed to fall quiet to the weight of the book in my hands.

( In the Thriving Season )

Howard Cosell does haute cuisine?

Ah, cable TV.

Over the holidays, I've been watching a lot of Iron Chef with my parents.

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On a side note, I think this makes four posts in a row unrelated to Firefly. Whoa.