For with us pity for others is the price we are anxious to pay for the privilege of our self-pity. Robert Penn Warren. World Enough and Time: A Romantic Novel. Random House, New York. 1950. Pg 7. One thought on this: pity is not compassion, but it seems similar.

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z31Ayr7Vs90?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281] I’m posting another of @RyanCulwell’s songs, for which I sort of apologize to my 42 followers on Tumblr. Sort of, but not really. I mean, chances are you are probably a mutual friend of mine and Ryan’s anyway, so you’ll be listening to it regardless. However, there’s a small chance that we’ve never […]

This is what my work day consists of: This is my work, this is my day, this pace, This pace won’t change, my heart won’t change this pace.

Day One of Rehearsals for Ryan Culwell’s Heroes on the Radio. The quote from Robert Penn Warren wound up on the same page, but seems fitting in retrospect.  Fitting and true.