f***ing february

the longest shortest month of the year.
but there's hope for the likes of me, nisse just called with news of masterpiece theatre producing the first of the four sally lockhart mysteries ! she's going to tape it for me.
what a sweetie:)
some of you know i have a thing for anything philip pullman. i mean, he's the person who got my brother reading milton's paradise lost, for heaven's sake. now to think of it, he got me reading milton as well. again.
anyway, we are scheduled for viewing tomorrow night after yoga.
till then,

k.

in which she finds her way again

in the stack right now...

k.

happy bday dad!

today is my father's birthday. he does not carry a gun and does not own a guitar.
though apparently during his mandatory army service he got up to all kinds of mischief...
that was before he met my mother.

k.

good company

what a lineup! and all from the city library. i just might make it through the winter.

k.

"archeologia"

"Od nowa deszcz, panowie, migocace luski
na grzbiet katedry, oblaza ulice i ruch uliczny
przechodzi do krwi. A mury, mury wlasnie
odslaniaja dziasla i zrzuca siodma skore

miasto czterdziestu bankow, widac doskonale
z poprzednich sezonow niearyjskie sklepy,
jeszcze burmistrzowa przeglada sie w witrynie.
I niearyjskie bezwstydne sklepowe wydaja drobne,

prawie niewidoczne, i dworzec wciaz wlada
jezykami siedmiu demonow, ogniem, para, sadza,
a corka maszynisty puszcza do mnie oko,
az marszczy sie skora w niepublicznych miejscach.

I chociaz znowu deszcz, panowie, jest
przeciez szansa na cieple mieszkanko."

Tomasz Rozycki, 2000.

dzisiaj pakowalam ksiazki zeby zabrac z powrotem do rodzicow. wpadl mi w oko tom od ojca. nie wiadomo dlaczego skojarzyl mi sie z toba, f.;-)

k.

mortimer

(art by k., lyrics by robert munsch 1983)

congratulations to new parents, carrie e. and b.rock! to check out the pics link to carrie's blog on the right.

k.

"In October
I'll be host
to witches, goblins
and a ghost.
I'll serve them
chicken soup
on toast.
Whoopy once
whoopy twice
whoopy chicken soup
with rice."

Maurice Sendak, from "Chicken Soup with Rice"

brain twitch du jour

... I have always loved and done all that I could to be loved. I was born for the opposite sex. All of my life I was the victim of my senses. I have delighted in going astray. Cultivating pleasure was always the chief business of my life ...
Giacomo Girolama Casanova

cartoon du jour 2 (or, 'from the memoirs of a young blogger...')

have a great friday, everyone!

k.

recommended 2

recently finished this, and have already raved about it to some of you. but, then thought to myself, why not rave some more?
the topic itself is probably more for those amongst you of the female persuasion, but it is also beatiful prose, and there are some nice references to history of nova scotia.
available widely in bookstores and libraries across canada.

k.

in preparation for thanksgiving...

Strange is our situation here on Earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that man is here for the sake of other men – above all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.
-- Albert Einstein –


stay tuned for the thanksgiving day edition,
yours,
k.