I am in here.
Since Frederic Remington saw fit to cast bronzes, my father saw it as a responsibility, of a sort, to have a couple of them around. One of them used to stand on the square oak table in the barroom where I did all of my homework until I was in high school. The figure, a … Continue reading Out West: the bronzes
Curling up to sleep … The evening as usual. # first *really* rainy day we’ve had since… since spring, I guess. must remember what to do when it rains, if anything… # Pondering death, and whether or not to order out something for dinner. I really need to read the Dalai Lama’s books. # OK, … Continue reading Twitter Updates for 2007-10-16
Via Michelle Malkin » The White Flag Democrats’ grand new scheme: A war “surtax” Nothing screams impotence louder than a desperate, last-ditch effort to tax the war on terror to death. Slowly, but ever so steadily, the left comes up with crazier and crazier notions. And here I’d thought Hippies were dead. Powered by ScribeFire.
Death and time and other sorts of things one only writes about at midnight or so. Was wise enough not to copy it all in here. So I listen to somber music on a sunny Saturday morning, when I should be fasting. Or, in my own case, just not eating all that much. Soon, Other … Continue reading What I've been nattering on about, in my own head.
white pebble 