Saturday, September 23, 2017

Friday, September 22, 2017

Thursday, September 21, 2017


The squirrels in the morning flew
from the fence top to the sunflowers,
ripe were the seeds, striped with white.

They gorged from the down-turned platters
slanted at maturity, chewing away
even the plate's pith matter.

Tail to nose ran their seasoned fur:
the black squirrels and the grey squirrels
started no war; each occupied

having fresh, fattening seeds
from a penitential sunflower.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Monday, September 18, 2017


I finally got around to reading Titus Andronicus, and finished it last night. Not that I was saying to myself these years, "You know, you really need to read Titus Andronicus".

Because whenever I would read about the play, the consensus was always 1. it's Shakespeare's least good play - flat as a board, and 2. it's so very violent and did we mention the violence?

The second point would only help to redound the first point. And then I would say to the consensus, "Surely it's not that violent, and because you are looking at it in light of Shakespeare's other plays, perhaps you people are rather exaggerating what is quantitatively only a few more corpses?"

Having now read the play, I take that back.

And certainly it is flat, but yet there are inspired passages that crackle out here and there with that cap gun smell you knew as a kid after you shot off the entire round in two seconds.

Sunday, September 17, 2017


Julie and Nigel have some new apple tasting videos!

Here's episode 4:

LOL @ 15:38

Go to Growing with Julie to watch more.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Excellent translation

If you want literal:

It's actually a very well written exchange between the two, precisely because it is comprised entirely of classic Latin sayings. The inferences run deep and sharp.

In fact, the colloquial translation, while generally excellent, doesn't really communicate the fast-paced piling on that is occurring - especially when Doc Holliday says "Requiescat in pace".

Ringo opens an idea of an insult, while Holliday closes each of Ringo's insults on themselves.

Very good writing.