- More photos from the trip rather than type the bleggalgaze.
- >>Deleted bleggalgaze<<
- Decline, decay, denial, delusion.
- I'm a cheerleader.
- Oh dear, Obama's chances have dropped from four out of five to three out of four.
- Oh dear: Mr. Obama does not like debates to begin with, aides have long said, viewing them as media-driven gamesmanship. He did not do all that well in 2008 but benefited from Senator John McCain’s grumpy performances. Mr. Obama made clear to advisers that he was not happy about debating Mr. Romney, whom he views with disdain. It was something to endure, rather than an opportunity, aides said. To be fair, Obama views you and me with disdain too.
- Weird question! Tell the truth, for potential train-wreck voyeurism alone I might watch Bidenryan (or Ryanbiden, you can choose).
- The hidden stakes of the election? And why is it hidden? Why aren't Obama in particular and Democrats in general making this argument long and constantly?
- Brief notes from an American journey.
- The maimed.
- The secret life of plants.
- Super position.
- Coming to belief (part one).
- OK, have the bleggalgaze:
- So Aquarium Drunkard, a terrific music blog, got hacked, if you've seen a warning when accessing BLCKDGRD it's via that hacking. AD tweeted that the hack has been fixed but disengaging google's you're gonna die get the fuck out of here message might take a few days.
- Your headline of the day.
- Actually, MOCO cops killed two yesterday.
- My future hell.
- My current and future hell.
- Motherfucker.
- The latest odds. Pynchon moving up.
- Leaving Imlay.
- Famously short arms.
- Stream the new Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
- Yes, song below poem back for encore.
DURING A WET SPRING, LONG AGO
Amy Gerstler
She became famous for her with, her brains and her ugliness.
Simple and frugal in her tastes, devout in thought
and manner of life, she married a former priest, who had
been freed from his vows, being unable to endure their rigor.
The cordials and elixirs habitually administered to him as a child
may well have developed the warring tastes for both stimulants
and opiates that almost ruined him. They were fanatically happy
for fifteen years, and when she passed on he wrote two lively,
amusing, and sensible texts on domestic harmony. His diary entry
for what was likely the first evening the spent alone together
consists of a single line: "We watched meteors the entire night."
His servants said that after her death he was seen to kiss her
picture every morning upon waking, every night upon retiring,
and at other times of day when he wrongly supposed he was alone.
