Thursday, February 14, 2013

Remember, Man. . .

This was supposed to go up for Ash Wedesday, but I am at the mercy of the library computer for a couple of days. Not a cheery song, but oddly haunting.

Friday, February 8, 2013

'Tis the First Moth of Winter

It's the time of year when bold and early moths might be sighted, and while it always comes as a pleasant surprise to run across one, this is certainly the first time that I have had the delight of having the year's first moth literally handed to me. . .Also, it is the first one in my experience that has been made of paper. I have marvellous students.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Merry Indeed!

I had been long suffering under the impression that a book review was a utilitarian form of writing. Not that I don't appreciate the help a good one gives, whether to point me at something I should read, steer me away from something I shouldn't, or highlight all the points I missed in something that I already did. I cannot say, however that I ever enjoyed a book review with anything beyond a mild appreciation, a timid awe, or perhaps, in the case of something I had already read, with a certain sense of polite camaraderie with the reviewer. Until this morning, that is. I can now say that I have read a book review that, of itself, just plain made me glad to be alive. A good, and a boisterous review, a cheery, brawling, quarter-staff-wielding--oh really, never mind all of this introduction. Just go and read what Sean Fitzpatrick wrote about Howard Pyle's The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood. It's jolly!