The Dog Ate It
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Or perhaps this happened again.
Or maybe this happened.
Oh well. Could be worse…
Dispatches from the Culture War
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Or perhaps this happened again.
Or maybe this happened.
Oh well. Could be worse…
Let’s talk about the old man’s beard. No, not that one up there. This one:
Spring is here, full force. That lovely above is chionanthus retusus, more commonly called Chinese Fringetree. Other names for it in the South are Grancy graybeard and old man’s beard. It lives in our front yard. read more
Lots to say this week, but no time to get it down on whatever it is that passes for paper these days.
I blame that lovely beast pictured above.
I have been unable to play since October. Because reasons:
Two weeks ago I had a witch doctor inject a load of Lance Armstrong-ish stuff in my wrist. And lo and behold, the brace is gone and I can play guitar again. read more
When I was a lad, I decided I should go ahead and plan on accomplishing three simple tasks:
I’m almost finished.1/rimshot
Reading is a huge piece of My Favorite World. Much of my recent reading has been non-fiction. It’s been pretty heavy slogging.2Including yet another run-in with Daniel Dennett that ended the way the first two did: I’m doing pretty well until, inevitably, somewhere c. page 120-150, I begin to feel I am the stupidest person in the world. I liked Coming of Age in the Milky Way quite a lot, but covering billions of years can sort of feel like it. It was time for some fiction. read more