Sunday, April 06, 2008

... and so, even though little red riding hood had chosen the path "less traveled by", the pub was still shut






... actually, the idea of little red riding hood encountering the green man might enchant other fans of "the thinking man's lightly toasted teacake", ms marina walker

Sunday, March 30, 2008

dreaming

… dreamed I was cycling through Kent very early on a warm misty cuckoo morning & passed through a village of huge stone buildings festooned with ornament & coats of arms that might have looked more appropriate in Whitehall or Santiago. Perhaps I was thinking of the venerable public school we deliver cheese to in Tonbridge. The air was filled with birdsong, no human was to be seen or heard, there were masses of laburnum & ivy & virginia creeper everywhere, & families of deer tiptoed daintily on the tops of walls & on every ledge to tear off & feast noisily upon their juicy boughs …

garlic on toast


i used to share a kitchen with a lovely feller named robert stredder who ate garlic as if it were fruit ... there was uproar one sunday morning when i bit into my toast and realized he'd just used my shiny new breadknife to chop his little mountain of garlic

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Monday, March 24, 2008

another flurry of snow coming down across the sugar loaf


Llanfihangel Tor y Mynydd




















i've reached page 350 of moby dick


... and i'm enjoying it very much
melville is delightfully witty and he's such a lucid narrator
later: a moby dick web site via meta filter: http://www.powermobydick.com/