I used to read this book when I was a kid, then forgot it, then thought I'd dreamed it, then found it last night. "The King O' The Cats" pretty well sums up my whole deal, but I recommend the Hobyahs too if you want to crawl inside my past.
In 1629, a servant in colonial Virginia came to the local court’s notice for allegedly fornicating with a fellow servant. Although the initial charge was fornication, things rapidly got more complicated as the authorities realized they had no idea whether Thomas – or Thomasine – Hall was male or female, and witness accounts conflicted. They called for an examination by several women, who agreed that Hall was female; later, a group of men examining Hall…
Neil Diamond cover songs are, I think, my equivalent of "No, I haven't read the book, but I've seen the
Wishbone
episode," which makes loving me a very specific prospect. My favorite ex-girlfriend works at a record label and regularly hand-mails me (through the postal service!) CDs she thinks I'll like and also bumper stickers promoting the 2005 release of a Pussycat Dolls album.
Sad Kit Harington looks like a black cocker spaniel who needs to pee, but it’s raining outside and he doesn’t want to get his little paws wet.
Sad Kit Harington looks like a guy who’d make you a mix tape, and then watch as you listen to it and get quietly upset when you didn’t find a deeper meaning in all the song lyrics he chose specifically for you.
I know "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" is a classic description of the ability of art to create emotional epiphanies in a reader, but I never realized how much Keats sounds like a kid reading his report to the class and going
way overboard
praising the book because he obviously hasn't read it.
In these years at Berkeley, I’ve come to see that the work of learning history—to, as one might say, do history—has profoundly shaped how I’ve learned to understand my own past and my mother’s.
Before I say anything more, know this: It’s okay that my mother isn’t here today.
Le cab jaspine, je marronne que la roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri, the dog is barking. Le dab est sinve, la dabuge est merloussière, la fée est bative.
The cab is Jasper's, the marrow will still be good after roulette but Pantin has to trim the savory. Dabbing is sinful, the flood carries mussels, this party is for babies.
