http://circleplastics.co.uk/templates/beez3/cgialfa I’ve been enjoying the apocalyptic selfy earth-pain of this forgotten Michael classic… it came on the radio recently, which brought it back to mind. You can dance it pretty easily, and the video is a kind of pleasing exaggerated train-wreck dirge-dance.
Monthly Archives: February 2014
Earth Song.
28-Feb-14What Is Written in the Stars.
28-Feb-14isotretinoin without a rx We’ve had a cold spell recently, and it’s been below zero every night. During the work-week I experience the cold rather fully: not only because I work a great deal outdoors, but because with my small stove my house is cold when I am away. I came back from the city late Monday night, and […]
Rotting Hemlock.
20-Feb-14Talk About Damning With Faint Praise
13-Feb-14“The best written musical autobiography since Bob Dylan’s Chronicles.” – The Telegraph describing Morrissey’s Autobiography.
Maple Sugaring.
13-Feb-14A piece I wrote for the Catskill Native Plant Society.
Dis-ease.
13-Feb-14This morning I woke to the sound of large machinery. I was surprised: it had started snowing last night and a full-on blizzard was expected. I got up and looked out the window: there was an excavator trying to turn around on my driveway. The snow was melting, too, which surprised me, and there were […]
Living Latin in NYC.
12-Feb-14I’ll be teaching this weekend at the Paideia Institute’s Living Latin in New York event.
One Year Later.
06-Feb-14Thinking of David Morgan today.
T.E. Lawrence and His Editors.
05-Feb-14There was something truly strange and self-defeating and remarkable about T.E. Lawrence (of Arabia fame). Like many artists his relation to fame seems to have resembled his relationship to himself: he hated it, despised it, and was also fascinated by it and could not quite give up his quest to possess it on some kind […]
Death.
05-Feb-14As I started my fire yesterday, my eyes paused on the paper I was about to stuff into the stove: the envelope of a friend’s Christmas card. He had died shortly after Christmas. I thought for a moment: that hand, just weeks ago, could write me a card and send it in the mail; and […]