Many of you know my proclivity for all things Alice (sounds salacious doesn’t it). You’ll consequently understand why early this morning I was in a library reading a review on The Mystery of Lewis Carroll, in lieu of taking coffee in a outdoor bistro on the final day of the …
Poetry and Politics, An About Me
Me? Oh, I don’t cook I run. I like Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass. I’m just as likely to read Christina Davis as I am to read Christina L. Davis. Forth a Raven and International Institutional evaluation. Poetry and Politics. It’s all the same to me. And if I …
Post Obamacarapocalypse
Late Sunday brings/brought: A disturbing (via Jezebel, sorry), call for assassination, which if tweeted by a Muslim, or female, probably would have already resulted in an arrest of some kind. A great picture taken in Austin during SXSW, and posted at my Compulsion for your enjoyment. And the wonderful news …
Another RIP
It always frightens me to see men younger than my father falling like flies. I forgot who Alex Chilton was, my father reminded me in an email. The world remembers most fondly Big Star , so I’ll post the well known, but less heralded — not as cool piece, by …
The Kind of Music I Like
Tomorrow will be a day of redemptive isolation. Though no Walden Pond, my place provides seclusion when necessary. The solitude, an isolation of convenience created by the forecast of downpours and flooding, will be welcome. The week has been busy, and this evening I ate something that didn’t quite agree …
