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The maps they all trace back
I assume the theory of construction starting on our street at the dawn of legality is that all right-thinking citizens are out of their houses and at their jobs by the time the windows start rattling, but as a person who works from home with massive insomnia I am just very tired. I am making a point of walking out for the flowers.
I love this driveway mirror because it always looks like a painting by Joseph Stella or Charles Demuth.
Which is very different from the soft shadow-crinkle of the day lily.
I missed the blossom and will come back in the fall to see what these fruits ripen into.
The hydrangeas and the lilies suggest the symbiosis of anemones and clownfish.
This enormous brush of lavender up the street from us scents half the block and was filled with bees.
Who were going about their pollen-collecting business and not being weird at me at all.
Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell's Talking to the Sun: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems for Young People (1985) was not the first adult poetry I can remember reading, but I loved it as a child and since it is dead out of print, it seems only decent of the Metropolitan Museum of Art to have made it freely available online. It memorably introduced me to Frank O'Hara and Léopold Sédar Senghor. I made all sorts of connections between the words and the images that may or may not have been intended by the editors, but I also think that was the point. Reading any kind of U.S. political news right now feels like bizarro universe free-fall, but I appreciate this article by Rebecca Solnit.
I love this driveway mirror because it always looks like a painting by Joseph Stella or Charles Demuth.
Which is very different from the soft shadow-crinkle of the day lily.
I missed the blossom and will come back in the fall to see what these fruits ripen into.
The hydrangeas and the lilies suggest the symbiosis of anemones and clownfish.
This enormous brush of lavender up the street from us scents half the block and was filled with bees.
Who were going about their pollen-collecting business and not being weird at me at all.
Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell's Talking to the Sun: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems for Young People (1985) was not the first adult poetry I can remember reading, but I loved it as a child and since it is dead out of print, it seems only decent of the Metropolitan Museum of Art to have made it freely available online. It memorably introduced me to Frank O'Hara and Léopold Sédar Senghor. I made all sorts of connections between the words and the images that may or may not have been intended by the editors, but I also think that was the point. Reading any kind of U.S. political news right now feels like bizarro universe free-fall, but I appreciate this article by Rebecca Solnit.
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I come bearing a quick tumblr link, not so much relevant to your interests, as because since I have blathered at you all this time, you may as well see this for both a) general amusement value as you'll be familiar with loads of these names too and b) the ironic and startling near-crash of my current obsession and my oldest fannish one: https://www.tumblr.com/thisbluespirit/755622784735068160?source=share
But, see:
(I don't know what's funnier here, see my tags, but lol generally. Also: 8-o )
(If you are having a terrible day and/or did not want this, please ignore as per ever. &Hearts;)
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My God, with a free Nathaniel Parker on the side.
(I wonder at what point in his career people started spelling Jeremy Northam's name properly. I bet the answer is "still not yet.")
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They do seem to have been in the same box in the late 80s/early 90s. (Although Nathaniel Parker is, like Kevin McNally, ongoing and dismissed as unsuitable simultaneously).
(I wonder at what point in his career people started spelling Jeremy Northam's name properly. I bet the answer is "still not yet.")
Judging by Google's response when I tried typing it in, you would be right! (It didn't even wait to say "Did you mean...", it actively treats it as a known synonym, lol.)
Although, tbf, both of these are better than what actually happened to Paul in the process - the producer wanted "the guy from the Hanging Gale" from the start, but he wasn't a name for the networks, and also, The Hanging Gale starred all four McGanns and the producer couldn't tell which one was the right McGann, which is why both Mark and Paul tried out and Mark was dismissed, because Paul was the actual Hanging Gale guy. (tbf, Paul and Mark do look the most alike, but even so...) XD