1. Vice president of the week. For two election cycles and one complete presidential term, I have been indifferent to Joe Biden. But during the past few weeks, I have become more and more impressed by the deliberate, nonhysterical, non-self-aggrandizing way in which he is handling his task of working out reasonable recommendations for gun control. Whether or not anything comes of his work remains to be seen, of course.
2. Weather of the week. What the hell? Four days ago the temperature was 10 below zero. This is morning it's 45 degrees above zero, with pouring, wind-whipped, October-like rain. Meanwhile, the driveway is a rink.
3. Recording artist of the week. Little Brenda Lee, in the "why haven't I ever paid attention to her before?" category.
4. Literary quotation of the week. "One is given to theories of language, of fiction, of illusion; and also to silly fancies. Like dreaming one is a book without its last chapters, suddenly: one is left forever on that last incomplete page, a loved face kneeling over wild orchids, a voice breaking the silence, a stupid crack--transfixed, for ever and ever, like a bad photograph." --John Fowles, "The Cloud"
2 comments:
I love your writing isn't it hard to write when its so cold.
Hi, Tracy-- Actually I do most of my writing in the winter, in large part because more people are in the house during the summer but also because summer requires so much work (gardening, mowing, etc.). I do spend a lot of time bellied up to the woodstove, however. . . .
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