With night at his back, his face always toward the dawn

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1. Edward Petherbridge hath a blog. I have been reading it delightedly since January, but realized last night that I had completely forgotten to share with the rest of the internet. It is marvelous. Did Will, walking on Bankside, put his arm round a boy actor's shoulder and tell him stories of cats?

2. My poem "By the Dog" is now online at The Pedestal Magazine. It was written for Audrey Joyce McGurrin, who at four years old is already explaining sarcophagi and mummification to the rest of her daycare. Her cult title for Anubis is my puppy.

3. Did you know the state rock of Massachusetts was the Roxbury Conglomerate? I am entertained by this. It sounds so deadeningly financial.

4. Today is furniture moving.

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I'd never heard of Edward Petherbridge before, but I like his blog, from the bit I skimmed of it just now.

He's an extraordinary actor; he originated Guildenstern in Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead and Newman Noggs in Trevor Nunn's Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby, played a near-definitive Lord Peter Wimsey for the BBC, and his resume is full of things I wish I'd seen, most of them onstage. What I had not known, until I discovered his website and his blog, was that he's extraordinary all round: artist, poet, essayist; he has become one of the people where I wouldn't be surprised at anything they did, because they are so good at everything they do. And generally seems like a lovely person on top of it, which is not guaranteed.

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Interesting resume--I'm particularly struck by the originating Guildenstern bit.

...he has become one of the people where I wouldn't be surprised at anything they did, because they are so good at everything they do. And generally seems like a lovely person on top of it, which is not guaranteed.

Agreed on all counts. I'm going to have to read through his blog sometime in the not-too-distant.