Book Report: The Liars’ Gospel
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads the wrong book. Darn those unreliable narrators, anyway.
The Door by the Grandfather Clock
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t move, speak or change facial expression in any way during the awkward silence that followed.
Sing, little birdie, tweet-tweet
In Which Your Humble Blogger steps off a precipice without, so far, ill effect.
Movie Report: Pride
In Which Your Humble Blogger meant to post this yesterday for the start of Pride Month, but better nate than proverbial, innit?
Shavuout: smooches and suspended mountains
In Which Your Humble Blogger also came across an essay that points out that there aren’t really Shavuot commandments, just traditions, and perhaps disagreeing with the Sages of Blessed Memory is my very own Shavout Tradition.
Ecclesiastes 3:5
In Which Your Humble Blogger gathers some stones, if you know what I mean, and I hope nobody does because YHB sure as hell doesn’t.
Memorial
Dirge for a Soldier by George Henry Boker Close his eyes; his work is done!What to him is friend or foeman?Rise of moon, or set of sun,Hand of man, or kiss of woman?Lay him low, lay him lowIn the clover…
Keys and Cylinders
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure this is a metaphor for something, but what?
Manchester England England, across the Atlantic Sea
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels overwhelmed, but what the heck, writing it down won’t make it worse, right?
Ecclesiastes 3:4
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been finding Ecclesiastes kind of comforting lately, which is terrifying in itself.