Good morning, Mr and Mrs Mallard, chuckling magpies, blue afterblur of kingfisher, bashful primroses, host of daffodils, cheerful tulips, solitary fritillaries.
Good morning, solemn solo swimming swan, Mr and Mrs Mallard, ravishing ravens, bashful primroses, host of daffodils, solitary fritillaries.
Look at this handsome fellow I just ran into at Trinity, Cambridge. He is a Harris's hawk and his name is Fagan. His job is to shoo pigeons.
Good morning, swoopy seagull, greening willows with their fingers trailing in the river, blushing tulips, solitary fritillaries.
Unfortunately.
Margaret Atwood
*bomb
We did it! A stupendous night. That’s the last of the Radio Theatre recordings (but still 1 recording left…). Thanks to my terrific guests, Prof Michael Scott & @aestallings.bsky.social! Thanks to producer Beth, the mega BBC team (with legendary Lucy), and of course to the best audience in radio🏺🎤❤️
Good morning, plashy-footed moor hen, good morning Canada Gander and Goose, Mr and Mrs Mallard, shy primroses, host of daffodils, solitary fritillary.
Yet you will, you will.
or WW III versus pronouns
Thank you for having me! Wonderful show.
Καλό Μήνα!
Orlando enters the Brontë discourse: "'I have found my mate,' she murmured. 'It is the moor. I am nature's bride,' she whispered, giving herself in rapture to the cold embraces of the grass as she lay folded in her claok in the hollow by the pool."
Well, I have a LOT of thoughts about Gross Pointe Blank. Besides the amazing soundtrack. It is also an Odyssey? (Homecoming/Remarriage plot/killings). And a profound essay on ethics/America/empire?
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Doing this next week in London:
It's very beautiful here, but a little concerning that it is so far forward. (Poppies in February.)
Island flower report: anemonies, poppies (!), daisies, dandelions, primroses, asphodel, chamomile...
So tickled!
Ha!
Remember that you are dust, and that to dust you shall return.
Wow.
OK, will turn in article edits today, and then admin and translation. Coffee!
Strong Southern winds (always a bad wind in the Aegean) brining clouds of Sahara dust to town. Not a great day to be out and about in Athens.
Strong Southern winds (always a bad wind in the Aegean) brining clouds of Sahara dust to town. Not a great day to be out and about in Athens.
Happy Aroma of Smoky Meat Thursday!
When I got the contract to write a history of concentration camps in 2014, I hoped to keep the US from ending up here. That didn't work out! But now it's critical to understand how much is already in process and the enormity of what's coming. The sooner we act to stop it, the more people we'll save.
11 Feb, the feast of St Gobnait of Baile Bhuirne #Cork 6th century #abbess associated with bees, who obeyed her.
(Bodleian)
