All Purls. No Swine.
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the… Continue reading A Time To Talk–World Poetry Day, March 21, 2023
I have long deplored the current unfortunate tendency to politicize the days, weeks, and months of the calendar to the point where it’s almost impossible to escape the continual onslaught of SJW causes thrust in our collective faces through cards, jingles, ads, sports events, and media coverage of one sort or another. While many of… Continue reading Happy Happiness Day!
...US President George W. Bush ordered air strikes on Baghdad, launching the war for "regime change," and for the ousting of Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein. The war was premised on the the belief that Hussein was manufacturing and staging weapons of mass destruction to be used against his enemies. Such a belief is now deemed… Continue reading Twenty Years Ago Today, on March 19, 2003…
I'm putting the disclaimer right up front on this one. And here it is. Proceed at your own risk: Over the past thirteen years, I've found friendship, society, community, and even love, in my fairly limited and always rather discreet online activities. Almost one-hundred percent of them have been totally worth it, and have sustained… Continue reading Some More Pointers for 21st-Century Internet Etiquette: In Vino Veritas
I do love the plant genus Helleborus. Known as the Lenten Rose, it’s certainly living up to its name in 2023, after a few years of not doing very much. (To be fair, when it comes to my garden, I wasn’t doing very much during those few years either, so not entirely the plants’ fault.)… Continue reading What the Hellebore?
Well, it's NCAA basketball time again. I know this only because I turned on the TV the other night, and there it was. I watch very few current programs, so I am always somewhat peeved when the event I've planned my evening around disappears, especially when it is replaced by something so absurd as a… Continue reading “Historia Calamitatum”
“The Lockdown Files” is the name of a series of investigative reports in the Daily Telegraph, reports which are currently rocking the United Kingdom, having to do with the government’s handling of the Coronavirus pandemic. Keep in mind that the governmental structure in the UK is much flatter than it is in the US, that there… Continue reading The Lockdown Files
So there I was this morning, walking into the Wellness Center for my thrice weekly half-mile swim, when I meandered past the kiddie-pen (they always seem to be having a marvelous time) and noticed the large hanging banner in green sparkly cardstock wishing everyone a “Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!!” Glory be. It doesn’t arrive for… Continue reading Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus!
To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer, A Pilgrimage Beyond the… Continue reading Quote of the Day: Longfellow On Self-Conceit
I have always loved Shrove Tuesday--Fat Tuesday--Mardi Gras. There are no carnivals here at Chateau Right. (other than the general joyous mayhem that always transpires when out for a walk with two very large and energetic dogs, or the daily crowing and self-congratulatory strutting about of Chinggis the rooster), but, all my life, every Shrove… Continue reading A Shrove Tuesday Miscellany