
May 30, 2008
The cans rest on a bed of crushed oak and camphor leaves gently pulverized by rotating rubber-covered wheels and spread to a fine, evenly distributed layer by a mechanical claw.

May 30, 2008
The cans rest on a bed of crushed oak and camphor leaves gently pulverized by rotating rubber-covered wheels and spread to a fine, evenly distributed layer by a mechanical claw.
The Renaissance Learning report from the Washington Post gives the results below. I am sadly out of touch with today’s youth and have read very few of these popular. Nancy Drew, Judy Bolton, Hardy Boys, Black Stallion, My Friend Flicka — those musty old books I read. Continue reading “What Kids Are Reading”
I’m reading a book right now that is just plain embarrassing. I feel like I’m intruding in the author’s head, and I don’t like what I find there.
Wedded to convention, unable to see their own bigotry, small.
The writer who can’t distinguish truth from a peanut-butter sandwich can never write good fiction. What he affirms we deny, throwing away his book in indignation; or if he affirms nothing, not even our oneness in sad or comic helplessness, and insists that he’s perfectly right to do so, we confute him by closing his books. (John Gardner, The Art of Fiction)
This report of my death was an exaggeration.
The Herald Standard – News – Obituaries
Sandra K. Williams, 57, of Mount Holly Springs, passed away Sunday, April 27, 2008, at . . .
But then, I’m not 57 and I don’t live in Mount Holly Springs, either.

May 2, 2008
See the first blue can on the left? It’s ready for the blue can in the foreground to swirl toward it. What a lousy dancer that blue can on the right is. It’s got three left wheels.