qotd

Seen in the masthead of trying to grok… Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without an accordion. You just leave a lot of useless noisy baggage behind. — Jed Babbin

listening

Sea far enough away that I cannot hear it. Skinny cat prowls outside the restaurant’s lighted windows. Silverwares jangling in another room. Laughter. The horn of the local mosque sounds. My friends speak a language I don’t understand. I listen and write.

self-definition, yet again

You remember when alt.lemur.frink.frink.frink and alt.2eggs.sausage.beans.tomatoes.2toast.largetea.cheerslove was distributed on reel-to-reel tape strapped to a carrier pigeon.