Wired Mesh

Friends and Ice Weasels

This morning, after engaging in a pleasant anti-Patriot Act discussion with a mustachioed man at my local Golden Gallon, I arrived at my office to discover that both my mother and my sister had e-mailed me inspirational quotes. Thinking them both quite nice, I have decided to share them here.

From my mother came these words from St. Augustine:

"All kinds of things rejoiced my soul in the company of my friends -- to talk and laugh and to do each other kindnesses; read pleasant books together, pass from lightest jesting to talk of the deepest things and back again; differ without rancour, as a man might differ with himself, and when most rarely dissension arose, find our normal agreement all the sweeter for it; teach each other or learn from each other; be impatient for the return of the absent, and welcome them with joy and their homecoming; these and such like things, proceeding from our hearts as we gave affection and received it back, and shown by face, by voice, by the eyes, and a thousand other pleasing ways, kindled a flame which infused our very souls and of many made us one. This is what men value in friends."

I found this a cheering sentiment. Made me look forward to my small group meeting tonight. Then I proceded to the quote from my sister, attributed to Matt Groening:

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra that suddenly flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."

My sister is not nearly so optimistic a person as my mother.

Posted by mesh at December 9, 2003 11:24 AM | TrackBack