Would have liked to hang out with these two then.
Scenes from Masonville, and Ken Ray’s b-day.
In honor of my two-week absence from this blog, some two-week old news.
“Ed Sullivan!? He’s my favorite human!”
College detracted only slightly from my earnest enjoymet of this (i.e. my consumer culture class would have had a lot to say about the McAfee choir singing a hymn to Ed Sullivan).
Note Ann-Margret’s nifty boob trick. How lovely to be a woman!
— Elizabeth Bishop, ‘Edgar Allen Poe and the Juke-box’
Since I was already on the subject of Baltimore, poetry.
Two very great words from this poem: crepuscular & macadam. Especially macadam, because I’m a fan of words that are much more romantic than what they signify.
I suppose nacreous also deserves a nod, though that’s sort of an example of the opposite phenomenon (i.e. words that I assume have something to with death, but actually mean ‘irridescent’).
Thanks, Juli!
Hey let’s make this a weekly tradition, you and I. I’ll post a song, and you may choose to enjoy it.
“Baltimore” by Nina Simone
