I am in here.
Most of the new bloggers I see are trying to be ever-more-reactionary versions of Instapundit or some such place. I was going to write about that, but of course, VodkaPundit got there ahead of me, and did it so much better: Doctrinaire libertarianism boils down to: I want the world my way, I want it … Continue reading in a nutshell
I have poured out the vodka and not had it or beer or wine in the past three days. I have decided that all that contributes to the depression. Haven’t mentioned the depression yet, have I? To me, it’s rather like a fish forgetting to mention water… the medium in which it lives. Soon I’ll … Continue reading A fable.
I was told today that a year from this coming Purim will be my conversion. Now I have an actual date to look forward to. It will be over in Israel, I am sure. I hope I can get Buck to come on over. Peter as well, but Buck at least. Details to be forthcoming, … Continue reading Purim
I love my poems. I’m going to herd some of mine around today, as well as others’. They’re always there, you know, if you look for them. I like to pretend, sometimes, that I don’t have “inspiration,” and I’m waiting. But they’re there. Got to go find them. Rather like how Charles Hermite saw numbers … Continue reading writing
white pebble 