I had to work.
Today's earrings: snowflakes, lizards
Bedtime reading: Above Suspicion, Helen MacInnes
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Showing posts with label 2Lizards. Show all posts
Monday, February 15, 2010
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Black heart, cold blood
Hope you all had a lovely Valentine's Day. Tomorrow: Lupercalia.
Today's earrings: hearts, lizards
Bedtime reading: Die For Love, Elizabeth Peters
Today's earrings: hearts, lizards
Bedtime reading: Die For Love, Elizabeth Peters
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Finally!
I'm sure he's probably a nice enough guy when he's not sleep-deprived and having cameras constantly stuck in his face, but I am glad Ricky is gone from my television.
Today's earrings: camels, lizards
Bedtime reading: Ashes to Ashes, Emma Lathen
Today's earrings: camels, lizards
Bedtime reading: Ashes to Ashes, Emma Lathen
Friday, January 25, 2008
What do llamas mean?
Seriously. What is the modern symbolism of the llama? I went looking around the web, and as best I can gather, they're supposed to symbolize stolidity and material well-being, much like cows do in bovifocal societies. But... llamas are cute and frivolously fluffy. I'm having trouble with the junction.
What do llamas mean to you, dear reader?
Today's earrings: llamas, lizards
Bedtime reading: Silence Observed, Michael Innes
What do llamas mean to you, dear reader?
Today's earrings: llamas, lizards
Bedtime reading: Silence Observed, Michael Innes
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Waste Land
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
- - T.S. Eliot
Today's earrings: camels, lizards
Bedtime reading: The Great War and Modern Memory, Paul Fussell
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
- - T.S. Eliot
Today's earrings: camels, lizards
Bedtime reading: The Great War and Modern Memory, Paul Fussell
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
God Bless America
Today in Walgreen's, I saw a little plastic jeep with two little plastic hunters inside and a little plastic deer strapped to the little plastic hood. Press a button, and the deer raises his head and sings "Sweet Home Alabama."
What I don't get - do they really think the target market for this merchandise is going to be shopping for tchotchkes in the Walgreen's at the corner of Bush and Sansome?
Today's earrings: bees, lizards
Bedtime reading: Foundation, Isaac Asimov
What I don't get - do they really think the target market for this merchandise is going to be shopping for tchotchkes in the Walgreen's at the corner of Bush and Sansome?
Today's earrings: bees, lizards
Bedtime reading: Foundation, Isaac Asimov
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