For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. Continue reading →
There’s not a champion until there’s a cause. — Mary Beth Frezon, novel-in-progress Continue reading →
Tonight I realized that Neil (I can call him Neil, right?) doesn’t seem to have any more background in the Welsh language than I do since he blips over the same place and people names that I don’t know how to say. Thanks Neil. We’ll have to figure it out someday. Continue reading →
He says, “I’m pretty much a dork.” Continue reading →
Josef Albers, Interaction of Color, 50th Anniversary Edition. Pages 1 through 74, a lot of very small text on every single page. After that, plates and commentary that go with pages 1 through 74.
Why not go out on a limb? Isn’t that where the fruit is?
