In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.

AMD is in a stronger position to compete with Intel than it has been in past holiday seasons.

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

[Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841]

April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.

People have been calling, asking all kinds of questions about the weekend, which is great. With the nice weather we're getting, I have good reason to believe everything is going to be fabulous.