I deny all accountability for my past, present and future actions.

That being said, I shall deny the following:

1.) I deny chasing after my dog while pretending I am Dracula or Frankenstein.

"If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again."
- Terry Venables

2.) I deny bursting out into song at the grocery store and slinking away in horror upon realizing I wasn't the only person in the aisle.

"I haven't committed a crime. What I did was fail to comply with the law."
- David Dinkins, New York City Mayor, answering accusations that he failed to pay his taxes.

3.) I deny ever activating the "five second rule".

"Most lies about blondes are false."
- Cincinnati Times-Star, headline

4.) I deny sounding like Sylvester from Looney Tunes after having only one beer.

"How to store your baby walker: First, remove baby."
- Anonymous Manufacturer

5.) I deny attempting to find ways to kill talkative coworkers with the piercing hatred radiating from my eyes.

"I do not like this word "bomb." It is not a bomb. It is a device that is exploding."
- Jacques le Blanc, French ambassador on nuclear weapons



It's Friday! Freedom is but scant ...hours....away.

Damn it.

Sappho of Lesbos was regarded as one of Greece's greatest lyric poets. She is an unusual figure in a world dominated by men. Below is one of her more famous poems - "To Anaktoria" is about the Trojan War. It is a striking contrast to Homer's "Iliad".

Sappho, "To Anaktoria, Now a Soldier's Wife in Lydia"



"Some say cavalry and some would claim
infantry or a fleet of long oars
is the supreme sight on the black earth.
I say it is

the girl you love. And easily proved.
Did not Helen, who was queen of mortal
beauty, choose as first among mankind
the very scourge

of Trojan honor? Haunted by Love
she forgot kinsmen, her own dear child
and wandered off to a remote country.
O weak and fitful

woman bending before any man:
so Anaktoria, although you are
far, do not forget your loving friends.
And I for one

would rather listen to your soft step
and see your radiant face - than watch
all the dazzling horsemen and armored
hoplites of Lydia."

"To Atthis"



So I shall never see Atthis again,
and really I long to be dead,
although she too cried bitterly

when she left and she said to me,
"Ah, what a nightmare we've suffered.
Sappho, I swear I go unwillingly."

And I answered, "Go, and be happy.
But remember me, for surely you
know how I worshiped you. If not,

then I want you to remember all
the exquisite days we too shared;
how when near me you would adorn

your hanging locks with violets and
tiny roses and your sapling throat
with necklets of a hundred blossoms;

how your young flesh was rich with kingly
myrrh as you leaned near my breasts on
the soft couch where delicate girls

served us all an Ionian could desire;
how we went to every hill, brook,
and holy place, and when early spring

filled the woods with noises of birds
and a choir of nightingales - we two
in solitude were wandering there."



Personally, I think Sappho needs more recognition. It seems that to most of the world, her works have been forgotten.

I'm in a strange mood this weekend. A lot of things are going on right now and I'm trying to figure out what direction everything is taking in my life.