Not Dead Yet….Just Resting/Beautiful Plumage Edition
Blogging is conspicuous by its absence. I plead end-of-term disasters, combined with the long dark tea-time of the soul.
Been feeling grim lately, and lacking the oomph to blog, I channel my inner Ishmael:
… I find myself growing grim about the mouth;
whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I
find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses,
and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet;
and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me,
that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from
deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking
people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea
as soon as I can.
But I do see some possibility of returning to civil conversation, probably after my next two talks, both in the LA area tonight (LA County Library downtown) and tomorrow (the OC — at the National Academy facility at UC Irvine), so please consider this a hiatus rather than a quietus.
And in the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, those clips that inspire this title.