I saw the little brown rabbit today. Returning from the mailbox—nothing: a no-mail day is a good day—heading back to refill the bird feeder. Up a slight rise, over a little knoll, and there he was, by the deck. Rabbits usually like hovering about the edges of...
So this week it was more Bill O’Reilly, paying hush-money to the tune of 32 million dollars (what in God’s name did he do? oh, right, sorry, he’s mad at God…), and Mark Halperin wanting women who were not his wife to sit on his lap. Slightly more...
This was supposed to be my first post in the Lost Novel thread. The one where I tell all three of my readers why they should be interested in my attempts to reconstruct Ophelia Drowned, last seen hanging around on a floppy disk going on twenty years ago, now lost...
Bunnies rarely live as long as a dog or a cat. They can be delicate creatures—a rabbit, for instance, cannot breathe through its mouth, so a respiratory infection can be deadly. Those who adopt bunnies will have their hearts broken, on average, every five or six...
Sept. 3 So, last night was the Tower. Which is a restaurant on the 5th (top) floor of the National Museum of Scotland, a shortish walk from our hotel through Edinburgh’s flat cobblestone streets, between rows of grey stone buildings with touches of Neoclassicism...
Sept. 1 Suffering from acute jet-lag, I park myself at one of the few empty tables at Costa coffee in Heathrow, T5 (three hours to kill before my flight to Edinburgh; I choose to kill them with coffee). Very dry cappuccino, extra shot, only foam and...
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