Squamloonland

Latest entry to carnivorlicious discovery list: bone marrow with oxtail marmalade (seen here half-devoured).

A volcano’s been spewing ash near Anchorage, and 95% of the people reading this didn’t know it till now.

So this amazing Woodstock Inn birthday surprise of hers has turned out to be a real one for both of us: this is a very nice place.

Halfway to ninety and enjoying the ride.

ME: “Frost Heave signs call to mind a nausea-stricken NH poet.”

STUDENT J.Dub’S MULTI-LAYERED EXISTENTIAL RESPONSE:

My first Jones Organics cap has added a tinge of dread to the day. What other designs do they sport? A gun icon? A radiation symbol?

I’ve just thanked my 85-year-old dad for introducing me tonight to the side-splittingly uproarious comedy routines of the late Victor Borge.

You know, it’d really be fun to have something of pith and mo·ˈment to say right now. But I don’t. So you’ve wasted your time. Apologies.

˙ʎɐpuns ɯnɥ-oɥ ǝsıʍɹǝɥʇo sıɥʇ uo ƃuıuıɐʇɹǝʇuǝ puɐ ʍǝu ƃuıɥʇǝɯos ƃuıɹɐɥs ɹoɟ ‘nlɐpuıl puǝıɹɟ plo ‘noʎ ʞuɐɥʇ

I’m discovering that, while often mundane, 12 of 12 has come to temper my midlife ambivalence with cadence and reflection.