We are not making this up
In Which Your Father’s Moustache is at once both (a) languid, and (2) aggressive.
Category: litchrachoor
Armistice
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to the beginning.
A veritable McGuffey’s Reader of Scarlet Letters
In Which Your Humble Blogger whines about it. Big surprise.
Fucked-Up Poetry
In Which Your Humble Blogger also like the one called Trowel, that began I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by DIY. But then, that was the whole thing (by Tony Curtis, but I don’t think that one), and that’s pretty much the end of that.
Fail
In Which Your Humble Blogger foolishly rushes in to the publishing business, or at least into a discussion thereof.
Mohanraj, Rosenbaum, Bujold
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails on the race issue himself, which is part of the point, isn’t it?
Year in Books 2008
In Which Your Humble Blogger read 75% new material in 2008, which is, um, well, nearly three-quarters.
Veterans
In Which Your Humble Blogger, rather than his usual brutal recognition of the Day, goes with something a trifle more sentimental.
Education for Leisure, leisure for what?
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads a poem, closely. Well, closely-ish.
Poem in Your Pocket Day
In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps it in his pants.