Lately I've taken up watching videos about people who build/live in "tiny" houses. Has anyone else seen these? They're so small! I kind of want one. For writing in.
Lately I've taken up watching videos about people who build/live in "tiny" houses. Has anyone else seen these? They're so small! I kind of want one. For writing in.
Originally Posted by dale
I didn't know there was any other kind of music... Must be I am old and out of touch,
Not the 1880s, Bob....
That's pretty cool... kind of caravan style? In the UK it's all refurbished shepherds' huts and writing sheds a la Dylan Thomas. I'm quite fascinated by that stuff too, it's really appealing as supplementary recreational space.
Last edited by Gargh; January 2nd, 2015 at 09:57 PM.
“Be happy with what you have and are, be generous with both, and you won't have to hunt for happiness.”
lol. what's funny is when i was a teen and that music was really popular, me and my friends called it "poseur rock" and put it down
and stuff. but now when i hear it, it's like i wanna listen to it. probably just cuz it makes me feel like a teen again to hear it.
"Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.”
I have seen them. I think they are generally what the English would call a cottage except they vary widely in style. It would be nice to have one at a secluded spot at the rear of the estate.
I was fighting with temptation but I didn't want to win.
A man like me don't like to see temptation caving in.
Leonard Cohen
It was the music that replaced disco... At the age of MTV, it was not shy about featuring gorgeous girls in provocative outfits. It was just about sex, and hard driving rock. It was before anyone knew what the term Politically Correct, meant. 1000s of years from now when Anthropologist dig up old cassettes and records this will be known as the last honest age.
[Where I come from--they are called a dog house--where hubby is sent [lol].] I love them, they are compact and easy to clean. The show I saw was filmed in Canada, and the tiny homes were mobile.
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
my guilty pleasure is despair and misery....it's everything i am and it took me so long to understand that
The only one who can heal you is you.
You want some very old recordings, Pluralized?
I've got at least one, on a quick search, from the 1880s, and 85 from the 1890s?
Charlie
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