Subliminal curse, shaking me, shaking you

[sovay]

spatch, listening to me watch TV: "Lord grant me the confidence of the person who says 'But Lieutenant Columbo, how could I have POSSIBLY killed him when I've had this airtight alibi ALL ALONG.'"

(I made it through this afternoon's choral recording session, coughed a lot and ate dinner, and then collapsed on the couch. I consider it extremely unfair that after a week of hardly sleeping, I get to lose an hour out of the clock tonight. Have some links.)

1. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW and of selkie whom I incautiously sent the first link to: nineteenth-century walking canes that are profoundly, impressively not safe for work.

2. Nick Cornwell on the creative partnership of his parents, one of whom was John le Carré.

3. I like this poem very much: Judith Willson, "The Human Voice from a Distance."

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[asakiyume]

Give me your pen
give me soot from your lantern
to write our passing into air.

--Yes

Those canes! Wow! (Also, in a tribute to just how crazy dyslexia can get, I insisted on reading "not safe for work" as "not for sale"--through several sets of link-clicking and returning to your entry.)

[sovay]

(Also, in a tribute to just how crazy dyslexia can get, I insisted on reading "not safe for work" as "not for sale"--through several sets of link-clicking and returning to your entry.)

I mean, I do think they're in museums.