Speaking Truth To Showers
I am in a daze. The microwave television has consumed me for some unknown time. I look at the calendar and it shows I have been watching the micro-tube for weeks, and yet I can’t believe it. Time seems not to pass at all when I’m in front of its screen. I would be there [...]
(Not that micro-vision)
I decided to start fixing up the parlor the other day, as I’ve really had an itch to clear a proper space for some wall hangings. Before starting work on the mold and rotting wood, though, I wanted to play a little work music (or eine kleine werkmusik, as Mozart might call it) [...]
I’m just back from Christie’s, where I attended the sale of Impressionist and Modern art in the hopes of picking up something nice to spruce up the parlor. I’m a bit ashamed to say I was caught up in the enthusiasm over the big-ticket Monet painting, ‘The Railroad Bridge at Argenteuil,’ and bid past my [...]
Here we find ourselves in the mansion, a strange and new place to us, and while singing and dancing is fine enough for those who prefer it, what celebration for those of us who prefer gentler entertainment?
The front porch. Humanity’s place of respite for centuries. The Greeks called it ροετσς, the Romans, portum romanum. Dumas [...]