All Purls. No Swine.
Thus spoke Charles I, King of England, Scotland and Ireland, just before agents of his archenemy Oliver Cromwell chopped off his head 376 years ago this month, on January 30, 1649. Personal, political, and religious modesty wasn't his jam, as even a momentary examination of Charles's life will demonstrate. He had, during his years of… Continue reading QOTD: “I go from a corruptible to an incorruptible crown”
Currently working on a post in memory of this lady. Not sure why I'm encountering--especially at my age--the problems I am. She was a child of, and one who was wrecked by, the 1960s and early 1970s. I can’t but laugh, when I see twenty-first century snowflakes (Selena Gomez, I might be looking at you)… Continue reading Marianne Faithfull, R.I.P
Good grief. Have you bought any eggs lately? Apparently, the average U.S. price of a dozen individual servings of the perfect protein source (AKA œufs ordinaire) is fast approaching five dollars. A few days ago, I saw a box of twelve at the local Giant Eagle (lovely brown ones, surely from happy hens, not battery-raised)… Continue reading Grateful For My Chicken$
Yeah. Ok, Bill Clinton. I remember your televised remarks, twenty-seven years ago today, the ones you ended with, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Ms. Lewinsky." I guess the dress, and the cigar, and maybe even the young woman, might choose to differ. Although, perhaps, it all depends on what the definition… Continue reading Quote of the Day: “I did not have sexual relations with that woman….”
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An' foolish notion Ah! The sainted Rabbie Burns. Scotland's national poet. Romantic to the end. Socialist. Raconteur. A man who dropped his seed wherever he felt like it, upon whichever woman struck… Continue reading Burns Supper Night: 2025
An oldie but (to my mind) a goodie: There are some personal anniversaries I celebrate in my iPhone calendar app. Birthdays, death days, anniversaries, significant--even tragic--events of family, friends, and loved ones. Plenty of all those. Perhaps more than my fair share of a couple of them. But a few events superimpose themselves, irrespective of… Continue reading It’s The Eve of St. Agnes (Again)