I meant to post about this earlier, and right now I feel like reading my book (Sir Vidia's Shadow by Paul Theroux, AGAIN), but I'm getting sleepy and Chris is off for the next two days and if I don't do it now it won't get done.

This articleNo, I don't know what's up with the LOLcat headline either, but this article makes me despair. (And plan ( Read more... )

I wish I had time to read my friends list, but since there's no wireless at the church and when I'm at home I'm gardening every minute that my body can take it, I've lost touch with you guys lately. I hope you are well, and I'll try to catch up soon ( Read more... )

You read the paper every day and see the articles about people who got killed, and maybe you feel safe in your little cocoon because you think, "Oh, that's not my life," and then you read one that's partly about someone you knew, and you see how much isn't in the story and how easy it is to make someone sound like a common criminal, with no mention ( Read more... )

I have set myself the task of reading everything by V.S. Naipaul, not all at once, but as the mood strikes me and the books come to me. His recent The Enigma of Arrival was a bit of a slog, not in terms of style -- his writing is always lucid and frequently brilliant -- but in terms of subject matter, or lack thereof; I've occasionally heard people ( Read more... )

I have caught a cursed, annoying, pissant cold: aches, pains, scratchy throat, snot. I was supposed to prime the floor (prior to laying vinyl tiles) at the new house today, but am forcing myself to rest so I'll be able to go out tomorrow. It means missing Proteus, one of my favorite parades, this evening, but I'll be damned if I will stay home sick ( Read more... )