Mt. Washington from the Saco River, NH,
Sanford R. Gifford,
o/c, circa 1854.
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A variation on a term for some internet drama I skidded by in the last week or so. Sometimes I follow them assiduously when I'm in cat-fight voyeur mode; other times I twitch a shoulder and click onward. Sometimes I am entranced by the clarity and precision of opinions and viewpoints, and my mind and eyes open wider ; other times I don't have a panty in the raid and do a finger pass.
Where Memes Go to Die:
Gabriele -- with malice aforethought, I've no doubt, tagged me for -- the Night Table Meme. See her for the full and rampant details ( 'cause you won't get there here.)
A varnished oak, two-drawer chest.
On it is a phone, my remote, a pen or two and a note pad, a coaster for whatever liquid I'm imbibing in the evening hours, a tube of hand cream , and a pile of books that I'm going to get around to finishing someday.
Also, a box of facial tissue concealed in a dark green replica of an Easter Island statue. The declasse snotcatcher emerges from under the austere and dignified nose.
Reading in situ:
The books I'm reading at the moment tend to sprawl on the bed itself -- when they don't slide off on the other side, that is, and clunk off the base of the blue-shaded floor lamp and make the dogs bark in the night.
What I'm (re-) reading for leisure at the moment is L.E Modesitt, Jr.'s The Order War -- one of the Saga of Recluse series.
Gathering dust ( literally -- excuse me, I sneezed):
Tom Harpur's The Pagan Christ, Nicholas A. Basbanes's A Splendour of Letters, and Wordscape 6: Mystery & Suspense, an anthology of short stories and poems compiled by the Canadian Authors Association. I'm on page 103 with the last, because I get irritated when I can too easily see the furious paddling feet below the prose.
These three are best taken in small bites anyway, with a pause for digestion and cellular absorption in between.
Looking Forward To:
Going to the book store to fill in the gaps in my Modesitt collection.
And speaking of short stories, I discovered that yet another extended scene in A Malignity could , with appropriate amendment, operate as a short story.
I am not sure this is a good thing or a bad thing. It probably depends -- as my mother used to say -- on how you hold your mouth.
Oh, and Weirdly II: Eldritch received another very nice review.