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Sunday, April 30, 2006
iTunes + Ivy Leagro = The best mixes in the world
As Promised, Ivy Leagro mixes, the soundtrack to your lifestyle empire are here. Check here and our music section for the
latest updates.
Ivy Leagro--An Intro, Vol. 1 This is something special. Check it out.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Pimpin all over the world
If you haven't yet seen it, check out our local section and see just how deep the rabbit-hole goes.  New happenings, solid standbys, and upcoming events. You know of cool stuff where you are? Let us know at local@ivyleagro.com. We'll give you your taste of the light when we highlight the choicest picks.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
I love the Fall..
Damn you, Raymond. I cannot get your catchy fuckin hooks out of my head. Ever. You should all be familiar with
ray because he's awesome, or at least from our music section. Here's your chance to catch him live and in person.  Ray plays sin-e on April 26. Do it.
Friday, April 21, 2006
tonight
If you're in Chicago, go to the chicago page on this site for cool haps. and keep posted. Shit like this will just keep
cropping up.
6:36 pm edt
Saturday, April 8, 2006
Growing
We are stretching our gangly limbs. Join IVY LEAGRO as we detail the best of the best all over the world. Clearly preliminary,
it's expanding every day. Check out our Chicago section now.
Wednesday, April 5, 2006
Tasty jewelry
A friend and former colleague of mine, Jenna Wainwright, is a straight-up awesome grrrrrl. I've long been a fan of the style
and swagger of such a classy chickadee. At school, she began doing some really first-rate work with jewelry and I think this
website demonstrates that she's only getting started. Say you heard it here first.  ">
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
food is good
Please check out our latest partner sites, Dean & Deluca and Ethnic Grocer. If variety is the spice of life, then spice must
be something really good. Be on the lookout for recipes and whatnot for special events and all.
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Because Poetry is cool...
Reading in Place
Imagine a poem that starts with a couple
Looking into a valley, seeing their house, the lawn
Out back with its wooden chairs, its shady patches of green,
Its wooden fence, and beyond the fence the rippled silver sheen
Of the local pond, its far side a tangle of sumac, crimson
In the fading light. Now imagine somebody reading the poem
And thinking, "I never guessed it would be like this,"
Then slipping it into the back of a book while the oblivious
Couple, feeling nothing is lost, not even the white
Streak of a flicker's tail that catches their eye, nor the slight
Toss of leaves in the wind, shift their gaze to the wooded dome
Of a nearby hill where the violet spread of dusk begins,
But the reader, out for a stroll in the autumn night, with all
The imprisoned sounds of nature dying around him, forgets
Not only the poem, but where he is, and thinks instead
Of a bleak Venetian mirror that hangs in a hall
By a curving stair, and how the stars in the sky's black glass
Sink down and the sea heaves them ashore like foam.
So much adrift in the ever-opening rooms of elsewhere,
He cannot remember whose house it was, or when he was there.
Now imagine he sits years later under a lamp
And pulls a book from the shelf; the poem drops
To his lap. The couple are crossing a field
On their way home, still feeling that nothing is lost,
That they will continue to live harm-free, sealed
In the twilight's amber weather. But how will the reader know,
Especially now that he puts the poem, without looking,
Back in the book, the book where a poet stares at the sky
And says to a blank page, "Where, where in Heaven am I?"
Mark Strand
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