Photo by Bob Hosh, taken at Longwood Gardens.
Friend of Poor Impulse Control Lorraine Doran has published Phrasebook for the Pleiades, which you should buy not just because she is our friend and a fellow traveler, but because it is freaking wonderful. Her poems are as clear as broken glass and her language is every bit as sharp and full of surprises. It’s not an expensive risk, and if you love it, the reward is tremendous. Hope you’ll pick up a copy.
I’m doomed.
What can you do with the last of your holiday leftovers? Make pizza – in this case, ham, spinach, goat cheese and cranberry sauce, which was very damn delicious.
Pirate Wednesday, author of such remarks as, “Arrrrr!”, would like Drusy, Queen of Our House to am-scray. Countdown to cat fight in 3, 2, 1 –
After a tumultuous, frustrating and frightening three months of trying to do someone else’s job, I have finally calmed down enough to begin studying Italian again. In related news: my lips are numb.
Also: this is supercool.
Mando Footloose chainless folding bike. I love it more than chocolate.
The schools are closed, so we went out with cameras into the snow, though now we are indoors and covered with cats.
Poor Impulse Control 