I am in here.
Apropos of nothing (well, okay, the dailypost.wordperss.com suggestion), I dug back in the iPhoto archives and found this sitting somewhere buried in time (2005, in fact). Buck and I were visiting India, and I think tourists are not allowed to leave the country without visiting Agra and the Taj Mahal. Earlier, we had … Continue reading A long time ago, in front of a palace
I have finished Mary Karr‘s Lit, minutes before Sally and Other Patti came over for our usual Movie Night. I usually don’t use the word “harrowing” when talking about — well, anything — but that is an adequate adjective here. There is probably a better adjective, but I cannot come up with one on the … Continue reading Done with Lit. Next, This Boy’s Life
Mary Karr (whose Lit I have been reading obsessively rather during these last couple of days) and Christopher Robinson read and discuss Czesław Miłosz‘s “Late Ripeness.” I had not known about this series of webcasts on Youtube, but am now going to check it regularly. MK and I were poetry geeks growing up, both of us. … Continue reading Some Czesław Miłosz to start off the new year
Wandering around the house this afternoon dragging around a chihuahua attached to my foot — Peter is away for New Year’s and left her in our care and she loves to attack my feet as I walk — I thought (among many other things, mostly to do with chihuahuas) that it would be lovely to … Continue reading The first day of the year
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