In which I discuss my cheese-based aspirations and inspirations. Also, more time travel.
Every so often, I’ll come across a poem that sort of sticks around in my mind. It’s not that I memorize it on purpose or read it so many times that I may as well have memorized it. The poem just buries itself in the back of my head and comes up, unbidden, every now and then.
“Flying at Night” is one of those poems. I came across it in sixth grade English class, and it’s stuck around with me. The rhythm of it pleases me, and every time I happen to be in an airplane at nighttime, the lines float around in my head.
Happy Thursday! Today, I’d like to introduce my twin sister, Elise! She already helps edit my blog posts, and I suspect this won’t be the last we see of her. What she has to say today is controversial, and you 100% do not have to agree with her. This post is intended to start a discussion. OK, Elise, you have the floor. -MoMo
In which I outline the origin and reason (madness?) behind the way I read books.
A little less than two years ago, I was reading Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry. The book follows the life of a barber living in a tiny Kentucky town. Since the book is the tale of someone’s entire life, it’s long. 363 pages long. Not only is it long, it’s also dense, full of stories and people and long internal monologues that will make you cry and laugh and want to become a farmer.
In which I discuss micro-edits, why I love basketball even though I’m bad at it, and the paradoxical nature of time and the travel thereof.
Thanks to Kana at The Halfhazard Wanderer for nominating me for my first-ever award! She posts funny, relatable stories about her travels and experiences, complete with adorable drawings. Check out her blog if you haven’t already!
Thanks to Okoto Enigma for creating this award.
Do you throw a tea party on the Queen’s birthday? Do you sometimes forget what side of the road to drive on? Must you often resist the urge to type “colour” instead of “color”? Well, here are 3 thoroughly British books, picked just for you, old chap.