I am in here.
It always happens (or seems to): when I get acclimated to a place I’ve travelled to, it’s time to leave. And I always choose a morning flight… I must cure myself of that some day. Not a morning person. At least I shall be home before Shabbat starts.
I think I’m not supposed to like Southern California in general, and Los Angeles in particular. One is always coming across terribly suave, knowledgeable people who say they hate it here and want to get out of the rat race. Any day now, they assure everyone. I like the rat race here. There are such … Continue reading What I'm not supposed to like
I have looked, but I can find out nothing more about Johnny Warrington’s murder case, other than that his brother, Andrew, is being held in Juvenile Detention, charged with the act. His family are understandably keeping private about it. If you want to search for yourself, here’s a link. All still in my thoughts and … Continue reading The Warrington case
ISSA ARCHIVE SEARCH RESULTS 1818 おのづから頭の下たるぼたん哉 onozukara zu no sagaritaru botan kana by itself my head bows… peony! Or: “the head.” Issa bows to the peony. More accurately, “the head, by itself” is bowing without conscious intention on the part of the poet. For this reason, I first translated zu no sagaritaru literally as “the … Continue reading Today's bit from Issa
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