Just watched Boris Johnson discover his Hanover Heritage in BBC One’s Who Do You Think You Are? Fascinating.
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When I finish putting together our latest “YES WE’RE FOR REAL AND HERE’S YOUR PROOF” package for Homeland Security I’m gonna mount everything on etsy-esque paper and bundle it together with tiny clips and bows and turn it into a scrapbook. My. First. Ever. We prepared for all of this before, when we had our
A few months ago I wrote about the wayfaring stranger. I’ve heard it all my life but it wasn’t until the White Stripes’ Jack sang it in Cold Mountain that I fell for it. I’m listening to The Raconteurs right now. But I thought I’d post a little video of their lead boy singing bluegrass.
People have been preparing for the end of the world since the beginning of time. These words caught my attention tonight as I stood microwaving tuna, hard cheese and my grandma’s chow chow. Survivalists. Learning how to live off the land. Stock piling food. People are calling them fanatics. I don’t see a thing wrong
“…If he stood on the bottom rail of the bridge, and leant over, and watched the river slipping slowly away beneath him, then he would suddenly know everything that there was to be known…” – A.A. Milne (Christopher Robin) ———— Alongonquin-ette Dorothy Parker once criticised A.A. Milne for using Pooh to dumb down children. I
Monday nights are his studio nights. My night to engage in aimless wandering. Alone. We seldom do anything apart. Lea once questioned the benefits of this. “The danger of always being at each other’s fingertips,” she said, “is that one day you wont be, and where will you be then?” I said it works for
I’ve just spent six hours doing laundry. In six and a half, you can fly across the Atlantic. Just sayin.
I just googled ‘sister quotes’ and was bombarded with purple prose. Sunshine and solace all over the place. Save it for the love letters because, lets be honest, sisterhood isn’t so much a Hallmark card as a Lifetime movie. And I mean that in the very best ‘Help Farrah Fawcett Cage Her Evil Ex Up
I’m really tired of dealing with the folks at Homeland Security. I understand they have a job to do but there’s only so many times I can be asked to hand over $600 before I feel like pulling my teeth out. Next thing you know the Home Office will be asking me to cough up
I’m reading William Hazlitt and enjoying it. I read most things twice these days. Once for style. Once for entertainment. I’m still on style. I’m not sure when I quit reading for the sake of a story; when I became more concerned with the way words were used and strung together. I’m thinking it was
I’ve been diagramming Shakespeare tonight. I called my seven year old niece for help but she was busy explaining the merits of water birthing to her mother who was busy explaining the demerits right back. I watched Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet (1996) twice over the weekend. That’s eight hours. Give or take, but mostly give because
Last night we saw The Dark Knight. (No spoilers, BTW.) The first thing I noticed was Christian Bale’s mouth, and how well it suits a mask. After that, the only thing I noticed – was the other mouth and the way its owner used it to help create himself. The interrogation scene in particular…terrifically disturbing.
