Autumn has stepped out in her best suit, subliminally accessorized.
Yesterday, after setting out to purchase a few more pumpkins, and to look again at a house me and my brother are considering purchasing for a flip, I inadvertently ended up in Baltimore at a book festival. If one were to scan me for vices book buying would be the alarm sounder.
Today I am going to take in another festival type event, if only briefly. I can’t resist crafters, jewelry makers, and artists, selling their wares on sides of streets full of antique shops.
I will continue to feast on the visual and physical attributes of a well dressed Autumn.
A Sunday Morning WTF:
Here a Jena, there a Jena, everywhere a Jena Jena . This from an Electronic Village Shout out. Rhyme courtesy of James Clingman
WAPO has an editorial today on Depoliticizing Justice. How about we de-racialize it.
Like make-up provides theater to a rare dress-up night on the town, this song provides the proper theater for the post. For some reason Vivaldi just never cuts it (sorry Ethan) on a Sunday morning.
