Comments on: Jonathan and the Whale http://www.good.is/post/jonathan-and-the-whale/ GOOD Sun, 22 Nov 2009 12:49:31 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: vinnugupt http://www.good.is/post/jonathan-and-the-whale/comment-page-1/#comment-7302 vinnugupt Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.good.is/jonathan_and_the_whale#comment-7302 congrats jonathan.. congrats jonathan..

]]> By: behedgezyahoozco http://www.good.is/post/jonathan-and-the-whale/comment-page-1/#comment-7303 behedgezyahoozco Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.good.is/jonathan_and_the_whale#comment-7303 this project is crazy neat. I have followed his projects for a long time go Jonathan!!! this project is crazy neat. I have followed his projects for a long time go Jonathan!!!

]]> By: nitzschia http://www.good.is/post/jonathan-and-the-whale/comment-page-1/#comment-7309 nitzschia Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.good.is/jonathan_and_the_whale#comment-7309 This project is amazing. I'm thinking of using it in my classes. But I'm wondering: did the author of the GOOD blurb actually watch it? Because motor boats, snowmobiles and whale guns haven't been around "for a thousand years." This project is amazing. I’m thinking of using it in my classes. But I’m wondering: did the author of the GOOD blurb actually watch it? Because motor boats, snowmobiles and whale guns haven’t been around “for a thousand years.”

]]> By: Sinibaldi http://www.good.is/post/jonathan-and-the-whale/comment-page-1/#comment-7317 Sinibaldi Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 http://www.good.is/jonathan_and_the_whale#comment-7317 In the resonant<br><br /> cypress situated,<br><br /> like a trembling<br><br /> leaf, in the breath<br><br /> of a novel and<br><br /> innocent morning,<br><br /> a sparrow alights<br><br /> and always, in the<br><br /> sun’s redness, a<br><br /> delicate flake<br><br /> discovers a dream.<br><br /> <br><br /> Francesco Sinibaldi In the resonant

cypress situated,

like a trembling

leaf, in the breath

of a novel and

innocent morning,

a sparrow alights

and always, in the

sun’s redness, a

delicate flake

discovers a dream.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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