Engagement, Choice

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Caesar continues to delight me. This time it’s a wonderfully brief sentence, still in the battle near Bibrax. Acriter in eo loco pugnatum est. The Gallic War, Loeb Classical, p. 102 Edwards translates it as “Fierce was the engagement fought there.” Acriter, which is of course has descended to acrimony from its root which means […]

Butterfly, Snow

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I love butterfly bushes, especially the ones with deep-purple, almost black flowers. I had to move this one to a slope where it would get more sun, and I’m glad I did. I had a bad turn when the temperature plummeted, until I looked them up and realized they are, in fact, evergreens. When the […]

Love in Baking

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When you’ve had a rough week, and your no-longer-a-teenager-this-year child knows it and uses her day off to clean the kitchen and make a pesto braid, because she wanted to try the recipe and she knows you love pesto… …yeah, like that. Every bite was love. I love my kids.

Good Wallow

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So. We survived 2017. Idiots in the neighborhood busted out (now-illegal-within-city-limits) fireworks, so Miss B was huddled near me until we went to bed, where she promptly passed out and only twitched at the booms and bangs. I guess once she’s on The Hoomin’s Bed, nothing can harm her. I do wish she wouldn’t have […]

Hilaire, Unhilarious

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I took a break from Upham to start Hilaire Belloc‘s The French Revolution. He blames Carnot for everything, really, and as a Frenchman I suppose he has the right. But his comments on Marat give me a great deal of thought. “He was often right when he denounced a political intriguer: he often would have […]

Angles

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My fascination with bulldozers and differs is akin to my fascination with gas meters, with the added wonder of “hands no bigger than mine built this THING, this huge powerful THING.” And yet, even the largest machine can be defeated by a small thing. We are so powerful, and so fragile at once. Which is […]

Brown Sugar

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So, over Thanksgiving, I decided to try some brown sugar bourbon. It was extremely good in spiced apple juice, though I don’t think I’d sip it neat. It wasn’t as ungodly sweet as cinnamon the whiskey, though, so I could see sipping it on its own, but why when one can add it to unsweetened […]