I am in here.
Had a very good Book Club lunch today. As Eric knows, we’re doing Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle, and the first book, Quicksilver, was today. Well, I kept ’em talking for the whole lunch hour, and they actually seemed not to run out of the place screaming. What else can I say?
Here’s something: 1495 – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: June 1 – Friar John Cor records the first known batch of Scotch whisky.
Last night, I had trouble getting to sleep. I was still awake around two, flopped on the bed with the windows open, listening to the crickets. Suddenly, I was also listening to my dog bark. It wasn’t a plaintive bark, like “Hey, let me in!” It was a fierce bark. It was, “There’s an evil … Continue reading A story with my dog as heroine
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, Rolling and rolling there Where God … Continue reading Greater Love
white pebble 