The Journey Through Wales and The Description of Wales by Gerald of (you guessed it) Wales is part of my continuing fascination with twelfth century Europe. I love the medieval attitude towards history. Gerald constantly denounces the wild inaccuracies of Geoffrey of Monmouth’s History of the Kings of Britain, yet when it suits his narrative [...]
Art installation, or preliminary invasion force?
Another silly street sign.
While trying to decide which book to bring to bed, I broke into the full operatic version of The Battle Hymn of the Republic of Letters, for no reason which I can readily discern. I hope I didn’t wake the neighbors.
My husband is complaining that The Blues Brothers has no plot. I’m not sure what I should do with him.
I picked up The Dingbat of Arcady by Marguerite Wilkinson from the library’s used book sale purely for the title, knowing nothing about either story or author. The story, as it turns out, is a series of recollections of time Mrs. Wilkinson and her husband spent living out of doors, first (and foremost in her [...]
I think I’m going to cry.
The trees look like green brushes that have been dipped in orange paint.
Europe’s worst road signs.
I went to Fred Meyer’s to get my prescription refilled. I came back with a new table and a cinnamon roll. I blame the wind, and the bright red crunchy leaves. ‘Roll’ is one of those words that I’ve noticed is starting to lose cohesion for me. I know that it exists, that it is [...]
