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 5:32 PM
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.
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Coveting commenced. What would Dante do with those of us damned because of lust for books and associated paraphrenelia (sp?)? Bury us alive under excessive Levenger catalogues, perhaps. While you're gazing, you might wish to fix upon this lovely. And this one, too.
Pretty excellent!
We'll have to do that when your vagabond days are over.
This is SO hot! We're wondering if we could at least swing drawers under the stairs. . ..
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