In my order of preferences?
More at astrofish.net/books — and the 99-cent bookstore.
Kramer Wetzel’s little book of astrology transits: The planets as keys to Future Trends
the little book of astrology transits
Portable Mercury Retrograde: astrofish.net’s Mercury in Retrograde
Look that one up.
”Aquila non capit muscas.”
#justsayin’
“No statue has ever been put up to a critic.”
Excerpt From
Pink Cake: The Quote Collection
Pink Cake: The Quote Collection
Robert B. Parker’s Bye Bye Baby (Spenser Book 50)
Previously: serial Spencer.
Noted in – By A Spider’s Thread
By a Spider’s Thread: A Tess Monaghan Novel
“How else to explain the small bookshelf that held nothing but Robert B. Parker novels?” Page 33.
And the new one? To be au courant, and politically expedient?
I realize it’s been maybe a decade since Robert B. Parker actually wrote his own material, but he did leave behind a rich legacy, and the material itself? Rips right along. Grab the digital copy of the book, and suddenly, I’m half-way through, hadn’t put the book down. In my mind, the style is quick and sharp, as is the characterization, the protagonist, the anti-hero, WAGs, and supporting roles.
Folded into the mix, old Boston politics with a nuanced hint of modern problems.
Fun to revisit the characters and places.
It’s a rerun, but it also amuses me greatly.
It was a desultory gig in Midland-Odessa. Rode out from Austin on Friday night and was forced to spend a few hours with an ex-lover. Weird energy in and of itself, and I’m guessing, late January, early February.
The image itself was taken with a Palm Pilot derivative, a camera that snapped into a device called a Handspring, I think.
Cell phone pictures before there were iPhone and cell phones that could take pictures. Technically, it wasn’t that much. For entertainment, though, it showed a side of the country that existed, then, but has largely been subsumed by correctness and political expediency.
At the time of the image, though I did prowl certain pawn shops, looking for used wedding bands. It was a joke, and yet, also held a kind of usefulness in my work, when I was more in the public eye.
The image, I’m grateful to an old fishing buddy for finding it, and now, that image has served well, over the years, evergreen, as a reminder of a time and place, and the way it was, and the humor we all shared, then.
If I were more enterprising, I would just recycle images from the sign for the tiny hamlet of Valentine, Texas — maybe a few short minutes west of Marfa, now world-famous. Doing so though, doesn’t serve with the singular image, possibly pre-millennial, that captures so much about a spirit, now sadly departed.
#Valentine
Sonnet 24
Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d
Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein ’tis held,
And perspective it is best painter’s art.
For through the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image pictur’d lies,
Which in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, wherethrough the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 24
Shakespeare’s Sonnets & Poems (Folger Shakespeare Library)
Either for a woman, or man, you know, I don’t care. I do care, but I’m not picky.
Works either way: