Who I am now. (Or… What.)
I am: coffee filters The old days of the grunting three gallon percolator are long behind us now. Praise the Lord! Which office supply are you? Thanks, Shirl!
AIDS or poison?
Ocean Guy: Somewhere on A1A: personally, I’m voting for AIDS.
Maple trees… or, What happens when I take a day off
Sisu alerts me to right-wing shrillness (I almost wrote “wackos”)… sisu: Sometimes a grove of maples is just a grove of maples: Whether of the left or or the right, conspiracy theories and evocations of evil forces lurking in the shadows — reminiscent of medieval witchhunting — have no place in measured political discourse. Hey, … Continue reading Maple trees… or, What happens when I take a day off
Elegant Things
A white coat worn over a violet waistcoat. Duck eggs. Shaved ice mixed with liana syrup and put in a new silver bowl. A rosary of rock crystal. Wistaria blossoms. Plum blossoms covered with snow. A pretty child eating strawberries. — The Pillow Book of Sei Shōnagon, tr. Ivan Morris
