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 …
