This isn’t a piece of translated Voltaire; it’s something I found on Ebay. Occasionally things signed by Voltaire show up, but they are usually extremely expensive ($100,000+) or the have a brief ‘V’ signature.
I don’t really care for holidays, except as an excuse to dress up funny and be weird. In other words, every day can be a holiday.
I’m not a bibliophile. Bibliophiles are obsessed with books; they live and breathe books.
I was expecting Andy Borowitz or someone to be all over it, but the media is full of derisive howling at Dotard Donald and his petty White House invitation Gaffe. The really mythological part of his comments was when he started talking about solar power and the wall.
The other day I posted a photo I found when looking for images about the many bombings that took place in the US in 1968.
I’m going to do a small series of postings extracted from an archive of video interviews that I made in 2010. It was one of those projects that (so far) has died a horrible “death from success.”
… and thought, “that can’t be right.” Then, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he’d think “good,” and pick the next of his neatly-folded uniform jackets off the stack, struggle into it, then turn off the light and leave.
Ursula Le Guin has a blog. Did you know that? I didn’t. [le guin]
I don’t think I will actually do this, but I was toying with the idea of starting a regular feature called “Ask a Sithrak Worshipper.”
I’m not sure how self-referential I want to get but there have been several comments about my closet. My closet is, indeed, a place of weirdness.