What dog doesn’t love having gutted soft toys balanced on his head? If Buzz didn’t like ripping their guts out so much, he’d have more to chew on… Robert relaxes by the pool: sort of. As close as I get to “sunbathing” Despite this look, he made me some very fine meals including marinated steaks…
Category: idleness
Fancy Meeting You
Yesterday on my morning walk I ran into this snapper at the edge of Buckingham Lake. It may be a bit difficult to gauge size, so I should mention her shell was about a foot long. Clearly not in a hurry: on my first lap around the lake, she had just got out of the…
At the Fair
My pal Jenise talked me into going to the fair last night; that’s one of her pictures of the fine fowl on display there. At least by the evening the heat had abated somewhat and once the sun went down, things were actually comfortable. We ran into people we knew very quickly (yes, even me!)….
Independence Day
Robert invited me down to see the place he was house-sitting for a VP at his college. Here he is poolside with Buzz, AKA Busby Berkeley, the dog who required the sitting. Buzz is a really friendly dog and very happy. He lives in a rather large house set among the trees some few miles…
Back in Black
I lie — I’m wearing grey at present, but how could I miss the opportunity to put a bad AC/DC tune in your head (okay, it’s not that bad). Seems like LoudTwitter gave up the ghost the last couple days, so you missed fabulous tidbits like: Kate Laity fell up steps Thameside, but did not…
NYC and Beckett
I headed down to the city on Saturday and the first stop was to have brunch with pal Dana from the Horror list. Dana joined the list when he was thirteen, so he made me feel ancient. Nonetheless we had a good time laughing and gossiping over our meal at Iguana. After our meal, I…
Soap Opera Digest
Titmuss Street: Babs and Henry finally agree to give the kitchen a much needed make-over, while ignoring Frederick’s pleas for help from under the floorboards. Felix, fretful over his creeping baldness, shaves the cat in a desperate attempt at camouflage. Hilda, however, remains unimpressed and leaves the gallery opening with Carlo, who intimates to Felix…
Trubba Not
In a tweet last night I used the word “trufax” and was pleasantly surprised to get a response of “trubba not” from a fellow tweeter, someone I know only from the internet, but who has proved to have a wealth of overlapping interests with me, including studying hagiography in grad school. When you find someone…
Figuring things out
I’ve been skimming through Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers. In the midst of the chapter “The Trouble with Geniuses, Part 2” suddenly so much seems plain, particularly when I look at the way people behave in academia. Despite all my years spent in that realm, I retain an uneasy feeling of having one foot in and one…
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