Busy busy busy, and not much time to blog. I liked this interview, though:
Gothamist interviews Clay Shirky
…Otherwise this past week has been spent (a) writing or (b) trying to write — two oh-so-different states — (c) catching up on reading other peoples’ blogs (mostly while in bed: O how I love wireless…), (d) cleaning the house and doing laundry, because guests are coming, and (e) getting furious about politics. Don’t inquire which politics, because that’s not information I share in public, and even at home I tend to keep it mostly to myself: of the five really serious fights P. and I have had over eighteen years of marriage, four started out as discussions of politics. This week, though, the general political climate has caused me to repeatedly stalk around the house sounding like Dick Dastardly’s dog: razzafrazza muttergrumble @#$%^&!!…
Meanwhile, it must be spring here, because all of a sudden the lawn in the back is full of dandelions. Where the heck do those things come from? Arrrrrggghhhh.
In wildlife news: the swans are nesting again. And yesterday morning I looked out at the back doormat and found there the head of a snipe. A snipe?? How the heck did Bubble catch one of those? They’re famously wily. (At least we think it was Bubble, since all the other cats looked surprised to find the head: not to mention the body of the snipe, out under the bird feeder. Bubble may be little, but she plainly had no problem carrying the snipe an eighth of a mile or so home from the pond out back.)
