July 2011
10 posts
Petra, Jordan; Rock-cut Architecture
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One of the world’s most visually stunning archaeological sites, Petra (meaning ‘the rock’ in Greek) is an abandoned necropolis of temples and tombs cut into towering cliffs of red, pink and orange sandstone.
Hustle
Tunng
So I received this song from my roommate and I just completely fell in love. Tunng’s “Hustle” is completely charming in sound, beat, and lyrics. It’s juvenile care free feel emanates from it’s lyrics and the songs unique beat. Listen to this and let your summer adventures be led with this whimsical musical treasure.
Lemoney Snicket's Series Of Unfortunate Events Dedications:
- The Bad Beginning:
To Beatrice - darling, dearest, dead. - The Reptile Room:
For Beatrice - My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not. - The Wide Window:
For Beatrice – I would much prefer it if you were alive and well. - The Miserable Mill:To Beatrice – My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: “That’s the end of that.”
- The Austere Academy:
For Beatrice – You will always be in my heart, In my mind, And in your grave. - The Ersatz Elevator:
For Beatrice – When we met my life began, Soon afterward, yours ended. - The Vile Village:
For Beatrice – When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are. - The Hostile Hospital:
For Beatrice – Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder. - The Carnivorous Carnival:
For Beatrice – Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours. - The Slippery Slope:
For Beatrice – When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I am pretty lonely. - The Grim Grotto:
For Beatrice – Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down. - The Penultimate Peril:
For Beatrice - No one could extinguish my love, or your house. - The End:
For Beatrice - I cherished, you perished. The world’s been nightmarished - Chapter Fourteen:
For Beatrice - We are like boats passing in the night - particularly you. -
The Beatrice Letters:
To Beatrice, and From Her