It’s what’s for breakfast
In Which Your Humble Blogger generally eats toast and butter, or sometimes a bowl of the grupp kind of cold cereal. And tea, of course. Tea, tea, tea.
Who go?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just talking about novels, leaving out the short stories and films and all, but also leaving out the bit where I complain about the Art situation.
Also, let’s get rid of prestige. Agreed?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is way more snarky than was originally intended, because, you know, it’s so much easier.
Pirke Avot, chapter two, verse two: Community Merit
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In Which Your Humble Blogger finds the text obscure, but finds help even in the obscurity of the text, because, you know, it’s still there to keep looking into.
Pirke Avot, chapter two, verse two: a path in the world
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In Which Your Humble Blogger combines Torah with Craft by blogging while he’s on the job. Wait, that can’t be right.
Er, welcome?
In Which Your Humble Blogger lays down in the road.
Book Report: The Horribly Haunted School
In Which Your Humble Blogger is weak-willed, there’s a surprise.
Book Report: Brothers in Arms
In Which Your Humble Blogger boldly goes where fools fear, wait, that’s not right.
Book Report: Amulet, The Stonekeeper
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives short shrift to a graphic novel. Long shrift would be, like, the book would have to walk to New York in bare feet, chanting the te deum, right?
The biggest cup of tea in history
In Which Your Humble Blogger inexplicably fails to rant about actual tea, you know, leaves and steeping and so on, and also fails to talk about the real history behind the original protest, and how bizarrely low taxes were in the colonies, when you consider that the whole point of having colonies is to squeeze them dry.