Just gorgeous. (Click here for the article.) Look at those dust storms!
But only because it’s too late for us to endanger mammoths much.
Fossilized mammoth ivory scrimshawed bracelets, $800 each.
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This has been in the pipeline for a while.YoungWizards.com is now running under the Drupal content-management system, which will make it capable of handling its own blogs, forums, and other goodies. YW.net will follow suit shortly.
Feel free to stop by and kick the tires!
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Whatever else may be going on around here at the moment, there’s one event that I have to mention.
Twenty years ago, Peter and I were married.
If the past twenty have been anything to go by…the next twenty are going to be a blast.
Happy anniversary, sweetie!
Young Pip was killed by a car this morning: we just found him by the side of the road.
No more blogging for a while.
Cleolinda has a gift for finding the right word. Or, when necessary, inventing it.
Like the new word for July 21, 2007: Potterdämmerung.

Or, “The fear of death in literature.”
A British book retailer plans to set up a counseling hotline for all heartbroken fans of Harry Potter, in case he dies in the much awaited next book.
As a former psychiatric professional, I can kind of see the point. …But I do start wondering, sometimes… Are human beings actually less robust, more fragile, than they used to be — or are we just being encouraged to believe we are?
And I remember clearly the resilience and fortitude of my younger patients as compared to the so-called “adults”. The kids were endlessly more pragmatic and better at handling pain than the grownups. Any bets on the percentage of over-eighteens who wind up being counseled, as opposed to the under-eighteens?…
We take them for granted. We shouldn’t.
During my visit to Tapp’s apiary just outside Chapel Hill, I asked him, “I’m wondering, does fifteen billion dollars worth of food a year depend on a bunch of retired hobbyists?”
I fully expected him to tell me I was exaggerating. Tapp turned his head, looked me in the eye and with a straight face said, “Well, yeah.”
The New York Times food critic Frank Bruni walks all over Gordon Ramsay’s new place in NYC. Goodness!!
The cautious palette foreshadows a cautious menu, as reliant on default luxuries and flourishes like foie gras and black truffles as on real imagination. Most ingredients are predictable, most flavors polite, most effects muted. Mr. Ramsay may be a bad boy beyond the edges of the plate, but in its center, he’s more a goody-two-shoes.
And for all his brimstone and bravado, his strategy for taking Manhattan turns out to be a conventional one, built on familiar French ideas and techniques that have been executed with more flair, more consistency and better judgment in restaurants with less vaunted pedigrees.
Hooboy!


