due to the events approaching this weekend – such as an Irish Fest where you can spy girls in curly red wigs and ghillies, huge wolfhounds, and lots of Irish beer – I am posting an early blues buster!
Though I doubt many of you need blues busting today, as it is FRIDAY!
But just in case you dread the long weekend, or you’re already feeling a little pale blue, join me for this blues buster, in which I will introduce a set of contemplative photos. I call this lovely gallery:
I’m sure these photos have deep meaning… unfortunately, I don’t know what it is. But I thought you guys would enjoy them!
My coworkers Kafka and Conrad wanted to help me with busting blues this weekend – so they have contributed their own special piece. They informed me that when they are blue – figuratively, of course, as their amphibious epidermis remains quite pale no matter their state of mind – nothing lifts their spirits so much as a cup of tea and a reading of Plato’s Republic, and they intended to reproduce here that great work in its whole so that readers could enjoy it for themselves.
I convinced them the reader’s spirits would be sufficiently uplifted with a choice morsel of Plato’s magnum opus.
-Quote provided by Plato, Kafka and Conrad’s fellow philosopher, and while not a frog, still a very good philosopher.
I hope you enjoyed this Sunday Blues Buster! Love you guys!