What to do when you cannot sleep because you have fallen in love...

First you befriend the moon. Then you hold your breath
And listen to the hummingbirds in your ears. You think to yourself—
I am not ready to plant a flower garden inside my soul—but you
Suddenly find yourself on your knees, hands clasped together,
Asking God for rain—begging, really, for downpours that last for days.
Later, lying on your back, you face the stars and ask for directions.

Love—it happens as it happens, they say. Now forget the meaning
Of time. Simply stop thinking and wander out into the garden,
Venture up to where the white peonies are exploding. Sit with them.
Every moment now is blessed. The hummingbirds go quiet.
Stillness is a virtue when the sun is rising. You will feel the white

Hot caress of blossoms blooming in your blood, you will think,
I am in love now, I am no longer immune to wonder—
No longer able to look in a mirror and see only a single faraway face.
Afterwards, when the moon visits, you will say, Please, not now.

- Faisal Mohyuddin, Carleton Class of 2000

A Mona Lisa theft

Vincenzo Peruggio happens to be the "greatest art thief" ever...managed to run away with one of the most recognized works in history.

Great artists still reside:

Constructed Evolution

Walking to work on a sunny spring day I pass an elderly man leaning on his walking stick. He seems to be taking a stroll this morning, but on his path of exploring the old block he runs into a massive building he's never seen before. The many weeks of snow had finally melted away and the sunshine had given him the strength to break free from hibernation. I was aware of the condo building from the day construction began for it was a nuisance to cross the street every day to avoid the fuss. Don Cirilo (he felt like a Don) leaned hard into his walking stick as he took a deep breath and inhaled the massive structure. It was now a part of him. He didn't even notice the young girl walking behind him, admiring his admiration.