The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings
Three things make a post at the end of a long, though worthwhile, day.
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ashlyme, moon_custafer, guess whose parents gave them Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Mr Quin (1930) for Hanukkah? I probably will picture Leslie Howard.
2. I finally placed what Tom Waits' "Who Are You" reminds me of: Bob Dylan, specifically "If You See Her, Say Hello." Not so much melodically as emotionally, this tender, bitter, baffled song from long after a relationship has blown out. More damage in this story, maybe, but it's not a curse. I've been listening to it for days. Scarlett Johansson's version is more measured, but more confrontational. When Waits sings it, I think the title's a real question.
3. I conclude from the tweet reported herein that Netanyahu would not recognize a Maccabee if one drop-kicked him off the Temple Mount.
The fourth, several-hours-belated thing is that Autolycus just discovered the chicken stock container in the sink and promptly trash panda'd his way into it, of which I have no good photographs because he was moving quickly, but I just had to mop schmaltz off his ears. He is very pleased with himself.
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ashlyme, moon_custafer, guess whose parents gave them Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Mr Quin (1930) for Hanukkah? I probably will picture Leslie Howard.2. I finally placed what Tom Waits' "Who Are You" reminds me of: Bob Dylan, specifically "If You See Her, Say Hello." Not so much melodically as emotionally, this tender, bitter, baffled song from long after a relationship has blown out. More damage in this story, maybe, but it's not a curse. I've been listening to it for days. Scarlett Johansson's version is more measured, but more confrontational. When Waits sings it, I think the title's a real question.
3. I conclude from the tweet reported herein that Netanyahu would not recognize a Maccabee if one drop-kicked him off the Temple Mount.
The fourth, several-hours-belated thing is that Autolycus just discovered the chicken stock container in the sink and promptly trash panda'd his way into it, of which I have no good photographs because he was moving quickly, but I just had to mop schmaltz off his ears. He is very pleased with himself.