Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
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No new boxes started this week, but we did see a Bald Eagle over the parking lot as we came in, and an Eastern Phoebe (Sayornis phoebe) was insistently calling from somewhere along the run. No doubt because he was irritated that he'd arrived about two weeks earlier than his conspecifics. I made an exchange with the patron saint of lost things: we found Paul's kit that he'd left behind last week, somewhat wetter than before; and I lost one of the nice gloves that Audrey gave me. Ah, well, it'll be something to put on my wish list for the next holidays. posted: 4:17:15 PM |
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Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light, knows how to party, according to recent court testimony and interviews. But he's not so good at remembering what happened afterwards. Terry Sheppard, a former executive for Kinkade, has him urinating on a figure of Winnie the Pooh outside the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim.
"Book of Ecclesiastes says enjoy yourself, have a glass of wine, for this is God's will for you," [Kinkade] said. "It's never consistent with God's will that we behave in a sinful way; however, God also loves us and accepts us and understands that at times we have our failings."
(Thanks to Arts & Letters Daily.) posted: 4:05:48 PM |
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