I am in here.
Now, the last time I was in Los Angeles for Rosh Hashanah was — a year ago. And damn if it ain’t that time again. Which means that I travelled a lot today. And it seems that when I travel a lot, I don’t blog much. Therefore, the late entry. Probably a solo entry too, … Continue reading Hotel California
The Princess Borghese, Bonaparte’s sister, who was no saint, sat to [the artist Antonio] Canova as a reclining Venus, and being asked if she did not feel a little uncomfortable, replied, “No. There was a fire in the room.” — William Hazlitt
Today, all of us bloggers who are remembering the third anniversary of the WTC/Pentagon attacks are remembering it as, of course, a very vivid memory. “Seems like just yesterday,” we say to ourselves, or somesuch. I suddenly find myself equipped with a sufficiently long memory to have accumulated a small handful of similar cultural… yardsticks? … Continue reading What we tell each other
I have narrowly avoided a trip to Columbus, to the Governor’s house. Garden party. Bunch of Republicans. I feel such a sense of relief. I love the governor and his wife — they’re great people. I just don’t feel like hanging around them in their official capacities. But they’re welcome at our house for beer … Continue reading Hellboy afternoon
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