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  • Please don’t visit the “Patrick Swayze/North and South” web page

    The “Patrick Swayze/North and South” web page is terrible. There are lots of good web pages out there, covering a wide variety of topics. So there’s really no need for you to visit the “Patrick Swayze/North and South” web page.
    Here’s just one of the many terrible things about this web page. It says, and I quote: “In my opinion, ‘Orry Main’ will always be the character most closely associated with Patrick.” Now that’s just ridiculous. I can’t even begin to tell you how ridiculous a statement that is, on so many levels.
    Won’t you join me in boycotting this terrible web page?
    Thank you,
    -Cecil

  • Pandas!

    Am I the only one a bit put off by the panda craze that’s been sweeping the nation, what with everyone and their brother buying panda bears and then bringing them with them *everywhere*?
    I mean, come on! I’m not saying pandas aren’t cute. I’m just saying, there’s a time and there’s a place. And when I go to the men’s room at a baseball game, the last thing I want to see is some rube in an “I heart pandas!” baby-t, hosing down his cotton-candy covered new-best-friend and looking at me like *I’m* the crazy one.
    Puhlease!

  • The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 7, and this time I mean it

    Week 7, in which our weary band of ‘marchers may or may not end up attacking some skins of red wine, and other diverting adventures. I just finished the week’s reading, with about an hour+ to spare (west coast time). And I will admit to much relief that this whole Don Fernando, Luscinda, Camila, Anselmo mishigas appears to have come to some sort of swirling resolution. Or at least a stable moment. And yes, as promised, we’ve found that place where all the misfortunes on earth reach their conclusion and we’ve got to love ourselves for that. Still, here’s hoping the next section brings back the dwarves.
    Next Wednesday: now that we’ve had a moment to catch our breath, let’s pick the pace back up and aim for the end of Chapter XLII, where if you press your ear against the book, you may just hear that “the boy was singing.”

  • Short lines

    At the coffee shop
    a man long past down on his luck
    head resting on a piece of paper
    pen in one hand
    but no words on the sheet.
    Just 60 or 70 short lines
    twitched in all directions.
    A swarm of
    “I mean no harm”
    hand motions
    for him to sleep inside.

  • The Don Quixote Deathmarch, 7th week stretch

    Week 7, in which I’m quite lame and behind and largely off-web for various and sundry, but hoping to catch up and post the real thread shortly. Feel free to post toward mugnet on this placeholder. When I swap the real post in, the comments will remain……
    Update: By popular demand (OK, two people, but still….) this is officially the 7th week stretch. A week for those behind to catch up and those caught up to get ahead. In terms of mugnet glory, comments are optional this week. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves 🙂 Next week, we dive back in with vigor!
    -Cecil

  • The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 6

    And hey Presto: Week 6!, which recounts the pleasing commentary laced upon these light beams by varied marchers and the squires of same.
    Nearly 300 pages in now. Lots and lots and lots to go, and yet…we’re too far from shore to easily swim back. I’ll confess to finding “the two friends” a tad tedious. They sorta deserve each other, at least in terms of their tediousness. And then, wouldn’t ya know it, the week ends just as the madcap misadventures of the man who was recklessly curious finally start get interesting. Ah well. Reason enough to chug on…..
    Next Wednesday: A few marchers errant have fallen a tad behind, so what say we go for a slightly smaller than usual leap and meet up again at the end of of Chapter XXXVI, “where all the misfortunes on earth reach their conclusion and end.” I like the sound of that….

  • There’s no use denying it any more

    Wallace Shawn is Daffy Duck. (At least In The Princess Bride.)
    “Inconceivable!”
    -Cecil

  • How much?

    I wonder how much time
    EE Cummings spent
    searching and replacing?
    Because I spend a lot of time searching and replacing
    and I wonder if that was a big part of his life too?

  • The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 5

    And then before you know it, it’s Week 5, regarding the diverting comments posted by the readers of this agreeable history.
    Much sound and fury this week regarding potential casting and music for the movie. And out of that dust a clear path emerges: Melody’s vision of a DQ update that we’d have to assume would be titled “Dude, Where’s My Papers Promising Me Those Donkeys?”
    As I mentioned along the way, I dug this week. I did. The book has really started to pick up some 400-year-old steam. 200-something pages down. 700 or so to go…. If you’re a tad behind, not to worry — just keep a goin’. There’s still plenty of time to catch up on some upcoming sunny weekend afternoon.
    Next Wednesday: We shake out our shoes at the end of Chapter XXXIII, one half-whisker shy of the continuation of the novel of The Man Who Was Recklessly Curious.

  • Vocabulary turn

    After a while
    they wanted to get so used to it
    they’d have
    a different word for each kind of rain
    say, one for fine-pointed rain
    that comes down
    light and silky
    one for thick drops where the rain is thick no matter
    how few drops fall.
    And then on a turn, the end of rain
    and a kind of
    sunlight showed up
    that was also fine-pointed.
    Or maybe shy. Loud yawning? It was
    sunny that day.
    All the puddles
    preparing to hibernate.