by David Sedaris
David's collection of short stories is like a box of chocolates, each one filled with a delicious center of humor, in site and candor.
While reading this book David becomes your best friend, keeps you company and inspires you to be yourself. The experience is one of those little endearing pleasures that makes life worth living.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tortoise Building ~ Construction Update
~ Cupola * Roof * Rabbit Hole Door
~ "Rhombus Room" Ground Floor
~ "Tortoise Floor" Middle Floor
~ "The Bird House" Top Floor
~ "Rhombus Room" Ground Floor
~ "Tortoise Floor" Middle Floor
~ "The Bird House" Top Floor
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Javier Bardem
Penelope Cruse
Scarlett Johansson
Woody delivers a breath of fresh air with his light but lusty and exotic romantic comedy. Yes, Yes, Yes !!!
Penelope Cruse
Scarlett Johansson
Woody delivers a breath of fresh air with his light but lusty and exotic romantic comedy. Yes, Yes, Yes !!!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
"The Family Jewels" ~ Hale Hall
Hale Hall, built 1674
Ancestorial Home
Ireland-Blackburne
Nr Liverpool England
Saturday, September 13, 2008
"les extraordinaire postes" ~ The Asylum
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The United States post office is one short block from my apartment in New York City. This particular station holds a special carousel of characters which constantly percolate and change with the seasons. I have discovered that visits to the post office hold a wealth of surprise, humor, amazement and insight into human nature.
The city is usually fairly quiet during the month of August, especially just before Labor day; and so it was on this occasion. One of my almost daily mail deposits required for my mail order business. There were just a handful of people in the large cool stone room which is my station. Having zig-zagged through the nylon strap maze which usually hold an array of colorfully assorted and sometimes angry people I made my way to second position in the line.
There I observed a most peculiar stick figure of a woman in her late fifties. Her mission, to shuffle in a straight line until confronted by an obstacle, at which time the interruption in stride would send her on a totally new excursion, like a wind-up toy that changes direction upon bumping a wall or piece of furniture.
Her ashen pallor clung to her flounder flat face like a dish rag, not much different in color from her two very small, very close together glassy marble eyes. She had a small light switch for a nose and was missing a mouth completely. A Helmet of soot gray hair looking professionally done made a smooth bubble topped doo complimented by very straight sideburns. Her dress was made of thin oatmeal colored cotton which hung lifelessly from her formless body accompanied by a pair of open back bedroom slippers that made a scuffing noise as she shuffled tirelessly across the room.
"Una, Una, Una" exclaimed a middle aged black women nearby struggling with a tall rectangular package bungee corded to a flimsy aluminum luggage cart. Taking the zombie-like figure in tow it was clear she was Una's care giver, multitasking at the post office.
An unattended double stroller holding two screaming children made an appropriate side show. Meanwhile, oblivious postal workers talked and joked among themselves, lingering behind thick bulletproof acrylic windows.
All and all about a ten minute visit.
by Michael Hostovich
The United States post office is one short block from my apartment in New York City. This particular station holds a special carousel of characters which constantly percolate and change with the seasons. I have discovered that visits to the post office hold a wealth of surprise, humor, amazement and insight into human nature.
The city is usually fairly quiet during the month of August, especially just before Labor day; and so it was on this occasion. One of my almost daily mail deposits required for my mail order business. There were just a handful of people in the large cool stone room which is my station. Having zig-zagged through the nylon strap maze which usually hold an array of colorfully assorted and sometimes angry people I made my way to second position in the line.
There I observed a most peculiar stick figure of a woman in her late fifties. Her mission, to shuffle in a straight line until confronted by an obstacle, at which time the interruption in stride would send her on a totally new excursion, like a wind-up toy that changes direction upon bumping a wall or piece of furniture.
Her ashen pallor clung to her flounder flat face like a dish rag, not much different in color from her two very small, very close together glassy marble eyes. She had a small light switch for a nose and was missing a mouth completely. A Helmet of soot gray hair looking professionally done made a smooth bubble topped doo complimented by very straight sideburns. Her dress was made of thin oatmeal colored cotton which hung lifelessly from her formless body accompanied by a pair of open back bedroom slippers that made a scuffing noise as she shuffled tirelessly across the room.
"Una, Una, Una" exclaimed a middle aged black women nearby struggling with a tall rectangular package bungee corded to a flimsy aluminum luggage cart. Taking the zombie-like figure in tow it was clear she was Una's care giver, multitasking at the post office.
An unattended double stroller holding two screaming children made an appropriate side show. Meanwhile, oblivious postal workers talked and joked among themselves, lingering behind thick bulletproof acrylic windows.
All and all about a ten minute visit.
by Michael Hostovich
Friday, September 12, 2008
Mem-et
a very short memoir
How far back can you remember ?
One on my first memories, if not my first, I'm not really sure, was being in a crib during a storm. I was in a dark room, thunder and lightning filled the sky. There was a light mist of rain coming through the open window as the sheer white curtains blew in the wind. Funny, I actually enjoy storms in my adult life, they make me feel snug.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Down the Rabbit hole
I'm late / I'm late / For a very important date
/ No time to say "Hello" / Goodbye
/ I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.
Lewis Carroll ~ Alice in Wonderland
Sunday, September 7, 2008
My Pa ~ "The Entertainers"
The entertainment for the local Callicoon Sunday green market
Valarie on the Keyboard & Agnes on the Drums
Repertoire includes:
* Good ole' Summertime
* Has Anybody seen my Gal
* Cabaret
* Never on a Sunday
* I'm lookin' over a Four leaf Clover
* Put another Nickel in
* Somewhere my Love
* Anchors Away
* Pretty Baby
* I Love You Truly
* The Gang's all here
* Sweet Georgia Brown
* Tiptoe through the Tulips
Friday, September 5, 2008
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