Round Dos:
Poking around, and getting ready.
Stuff on at the Tate.
Lighthouse folly.
Starbucks in London.
The Londonist.
More street art.
More old art and stuff.
Of nightclub note.
Something for the (other) category.
Is it all a dream?
Reverie:
I went to school in Arizona, a state that has no “daylight savings” time, I mean, what are they saving? Civil Twilight started at 4 in the morning, and the east facing bedroom meant that I had the cat who was up at first light. I would crawl out of the bed, spoon some wet-meat by-product cat-food into her bowl and get the morning paper, the Tempe Tribune. By about 8 in the morning, I was done. I’d put in a few hours, two or more, maybe even four, writing. I know I did at least one manuscript during that time, and numerous articles. Not sure what else.
Civil Twilight in London? Basically, 4 AM and Nautical Twilight in Paris (France, the other Paris)? 11:42 PM. Why I was thinking about a cat who would wake me at sun-up.
