Should you find, whilst entertaining friends and wearing your finest frock at a public assembly or a private ball, that you are suddenly disrupted, surrounded and confronted by a wash (rabble?) of those most unbecoming, debased, and uncouth of guests, the Undead, I am in hopes that the following will help you assess what is the proper way to respond, in a manner befitting ladies and gentlemen.

This feels like the spiritual opposite of the "I'm Tired" sequence from Blazing Saddles .

Every time I write about race I want it to be the last time I write about race.

2 Timothy 1:7

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. Except for you! Except for you! The spirit of fear has made your heart her home, and she will never leave you! No power, no love, no soundness of mind – the spirit of fear is yours!

You work as a proofreader, staying up all night hunched over desks. It's dull work. You like dull work. Your co-worker sits next to you, pining. His hands do not match the rest of his body. You pity him. You remember the days you wore white lipstick and teased the boys, you and your best friend, a little slip of a thing with dark hair and a cruel mouth who always sat sideways, in a…

Tell me your favorite animal stories, please.

My friend Lyz and I bought the same romper over the weekend.

You should come over. There's hot cocoa.

"A savage, savage, angry song."

I may yet live. Talk amongst yourselves.

Nurse Jackie is streaming on Netflix, which is free, in a way. I never got into this show when it was on the air despite Merritt Wever's perfect Emmy acceptance speech a few seasons before it was cancelled. No, it took me getting a wicked cold and running out of Ken Burns specials to start watching and now I can't be stopped. It is a perfect thing.

NOT ACTUALLY A POEM but some extremely great science writing that the weather service still uses, it gets me so HET UP as I read it because I am like "YEAH those branches are gonna start swaying!!! oh heck oh heck here it comes! MORE WIND!"

Description on Land | Description at Sea

Calm : Smoke rises vertically. | Sea like a mirror.

I'm dying.

Architecture is more than the sum of its visual features or appraisal value -- it can be a permanent marker of a place’s values, history, and thought processes. Whether or not we always like what it says or how it's presented, saving and preserving some of it is crucial to understanding who we are and where we live.