I am in here.
Home again. I’ve said that before, haven’t I? First I turn on the air conditioner, which Buck is always turning off. Then I unpack; then I plug Fluffy in and say “Hi” to the blog. But it was time to leave Sunset Strip. Outside the House of Blues last night, after supper, I felt a … Continue reading Cincinnati by dinner time
iVan [via Adam Curry: Adam Curry’s Weblog]
Generally sunny and disgustingly cheerful, with quiet little insects making an enjoyable, and quite varied, cacophony right outside my window. So, I haven’t dragged myself off to the promised (to myself, anyway) new synagogue to try some different services. The place I usually go to is full of friendly people, including many converts, but still…. … Continue reading Weather on Shabbat
The world is not with us enough O taste and see the subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning if anything all that lives to the imagination’s tongue, grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew, swallow, transform into our flesh our deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince, living in the … Continue reading O Taste and See
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