Jane Hirshfield I want to give myself utterly as the maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off every leaf; as this lake that, no matter what comes to its green-blue depths, both takes and returns it. In the still heart, that refuses nothing, the world […]
As our thoughts are with Diane right now I am compelled to think of her thoughts. Â I enjoy the blog comments as much as the entries. Â Diane, being the keen observer she is, preferred commenting to posting. Here is a smattering, in no particular order, of her wit and wisdom. Â I wish I was clever […]
Thank god someone out there is updating their blog.
Kathy just returned from China, Kenzie’s going to Africa, Sarah to Fiji, and  Pesky godson’s in Syria while Goose is still enjoying his life out west. Â
by Adam S. Kibbe Normally you couldn’t pay me to enter an area of this level of boundary-oblivious human density, but grandchildren must be free to enjoy these spectacles, and free of the curse of curmudgeonry. Last time Ivan hid under a blanket — this time he enjoyed it almost as much as his mayhemphilic […]
Mike, For those of us interested in pretty pictures, in particular Hubble’s magnificent pictures, here is an interesting explanation of how they go from the ugly raw data (full of cosmic ray tracks, awkward edge artifacts, and black-white) to the full-color eye-candy that we all know and love. The author gives away some tricks that […]
Mike, For those of us interested in pretty pictures, in particular Hubble’s magnificent pictures, here is an interesting explanation of how they go from the ugly raw data (full of cosmic ray tracks, awkward edge artifacts, and black-white) to the full-color eye-candy that we all know and love. The author gives away some tricks that […]
“Honey, smell my nightgown.†“It smells like vomit.†“It’s the clean one you just washed. And my other two smell like this one.†“You think I left them in the basement too long?†“Did you vomit on them in the basement?†“No, and I don’t know why they smell like that. It reminds me of […]
Tricia and I recently popped in on my parents to see how they’re doing, lend a hand about the house and yard, amble through a few galleries, and sample the ample takeout opportunities of the southwest. Just a quick visit, bracketing a weekend a few days either side. But always with time for a few […]
Hilary Burgin, aka La Chica, turns twenty. (I know, I could be wrong and I really should check this out with her mom.)
Once Diane regains some or her drug-sapped energy and can stop by, she will be happy to not have to have to negotiate the makeshift stairs that disgraced the approach to our house from our new garage level all Winter and Spring. As I write, Linda beautifies our new morning-coffee-and-paper view, engrossed in her next […]
“Honey, please come back to me. No one will call you Mrs. Diane Canning. I promise.” Thought bubbles: Me : I can see Polly’s lips moving but I can’t hear anything. Diane: You’d think he’d be ready for this after thirteen years. Patti : My sister could have married a lawyer. The kiss, twenty-five years […]