I am in here.
The Straight Dope: What was the deal with Jimmy Carter and the killer rabbit?: Lesson for life #1: if it moves, kill it. Lesson for life #2: if you can’t kill it, for God’s sake don’t talk about it to the Associated Press.
I thought the blogosphere could do without me for a day or so… So we had lunch with our friend Albert and went to a show of Elizabeth Nourse‘s works. She was from Cincinnati, born just before the Civil War started. Impressionist, close friend of Mary Cassatt. She died in the early 1930’s, I think… … Continue reading Saturday
I have lived all my life within the sound of these trains… Sometimes, every few years, I have to write about them to make the sound of them quit haunting me. But it isn’t nearly time again for that yet.
Besides this place, I keep writing a “regular” journal by hand, currently in Moleskine notebooks like Bruce Chatwin (who would be one of my literary idols right now if I ever got around to having them any more — not sure why I don’t) did. Last night’s dream: I am, in waking life, coming to … Continue reading dream: writing, and writing
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