Modest As Cake

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

This week, still Yeats

Who but an idiot would praise
A withered tree?

Last week, Yeats

A tree there is that from its topmost bough
Is half all glittering flame and half all green
Abounding foliage moistened with the dew;
And half is half and yet is all the scene;
And half and half consume what they renew....

Monday, November 19, 2007

Do you know the way to San Jose?

C-D-B. D-B-S-A-B-Z-B, S-N-T?

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

John Scalzi, My New Hero

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I feel schwaggy, oh so schwaggy