Friends! Following a thoroughly successful day of adventures with Krys including, but not limited to: an examination of the medical oddities of the famed Mutter Museum, the sampling of oft and deservingly praised crepes at Beau Monde, missing a magpie, the exploration of most of the city's great antique shops, the acquisition of the second top hat ( Read more... )

I've not been dancing in months ( Read more... )

Ben got older, so I took a train to his house, which was made entirely of women and nearly empty bottles. His new ladyfriend, a curvy thing with red hair and perfect lips and exquisite taste in hats, was introduced to society. I took up a new sport, and every time Ben left the room convinced new combinations of girls to take over his bed. The boys ( Read more... )

The favourite of the Roman Emperor is taken to be entertained by the mysterious Egyptians. He wears only a loincloth of red silk and is fed grapes and honeyed wines by boy-slaves while he's carried about on a litter, finally returning home to be devoured by his friends. (Et tu, Beth?)

My roommate Meredith enjoys photography, and she's quite good at it. The following, however, should not be considered an example of her skills, but as an experiment in making the best of bad lighting, aiming a machine and pushing a button and being tipsy all at the same time, and fantastic company.

( These are my friends. )

Stopping to consider the mostly unopened morning glories, wondering if I was awake earlier than they or if I had just missed them, I watched a bee squirm inside a few of them, bulging the sides out, barely welcomed. I like the insides of flowers. It's like looking up someone's skirt with absolutely no idea of what one might find there: a thousand ( Read more... )

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A great many fish, especially those in the bass family, have sharp spines along the ridges of their backs and on the strongest bone or two of their fins. The spines of red snapper are not only sharp, but also poisonous. The fish produce bio-toxins that ensure that when we fishmongers stab ourselves in the knuckle with one of the spikes, as we often ( Read more... )

A dispatch ( Read more... )

To celebrate Parker's having started T, Carla and I threw him a surprise, ahem, tea party. There were cucumber and watercress finger sandwiches, artfully arranged platters of meats and cheeses and smoked fish, ladyfingers, and little cakes with fruit. There were also, of course, several thousand varieties of expensive and exotic teas. As I'm sure ( Read more... )