Questions I Never Asked My GrandfatherMy grandfather sits in a wheelchair by the window in the old people's home with his chin leaned into his chest, mumbling incessantly and unintelligibly to himself and drooling a little from the right corner of his mouth. Mom can't come here anymore. She just breaks down at the sight of him so I sometimes come by myself and sit with him in silence for a while.It's a sad end to a long and hard life, and I morbidly think to myself that if a political party stepped forth now with the legalization of euthanasia on its agenda, I'd vote for it. After two strokes and a hemorrhage, topped with severe senile dementia, what is the point of letting peo
PhotographyI want to capture the glittering snow,the sunbeams streaming into the sea below.I want to freeze the snows on the mountainsIn time, along with the flow of the fountains.I want to trace the dance of the northern lightsand other wondrous natural sights.I want to still the tigress' prowl,the wings of the bee in her flowery bowl.I want to catch children while they're playing,people in the various roles they're portraying.I want to see things in a different way,either in color, sepia or gray.I want to watch the world for a whileand then, I want to immortalize your smile.
Modern Times - IcelandicJólasveinafjöskyldan og NútíminnStekkjastaur: Það er orðið agalega lítið eftir af mjólkandi rollum á þessu landi á þessum tíma árs miðað við það sem áður var. Hins vegar er orðið allt annað að ná því sem til er því ég fjárfesti í þessum ægilega fínu karbon fíber fótum og þarf ekki að staulast þetta á tréfótunum lengur. Þvílíkur munur!Giljagaur: Mér finnst bera á því a&#
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