I am in here.
In the midst of thunderstorms here, so I can actually listen to something other than the whirrrr of cicadas. Lots of rain and storms lately, which has made me quite cranky. Barometric pressure. Hey, it’s a reason. Peter had his last exam today, in chemistry, which he for some unknown reason finds easy. He is … Continue reading End of day
I need a drink. So does Ingres. Found this over at Worth1000.com. Art, I guess, needs to be made safe for the Republi-Christians…
Get out early in the morning, away from the computer (hah!), and be about your business of observing. But why? Because it’s what you do. I do lots of things. Because it’s what you do best. … Observe everything. It’s all fodder. It’s all worthy.
The howl of the cicadas is everywhere. The few close up sound rather like katydids, but overall, the only significant sound outside is like the sound effects for a UFO in a tacky 1950’s science fiction movie. No little green men, just brown and orange bugs. Okay, insects. Six legs is insects. An indolent day … Continue reading Cicadas. Joseph Campbell. etc.
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