Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
posted by Dr. S at 9:03 AM
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
1 Comments:
I have gotten a comment from a long lost friend, but I can't post it verbatim because it flouts my pseudonymity. And so, from Tammy (of tammytoes.blogspot.com):
Your blog makes me think about Ohio and purple and gold and ensalada grande.
I have students graduating soon, too. It's quite a bittersweet feeling.
Thanks.
And now, from me:
Dude, where have you *been*?!
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