The String of Pearls, William Paxton, 1908.
(ghastly, isn't it?)
Dear Friends,
I have been slipping. I have been remiss. I have been playing video games instead of writing to you regularly.
I have some things I want to send you soon: a cut and paste project I am working on, some photos, a complaint about Other People. Maybe I won't send that to you, you know it all already anyway. But, for now, there is this, a funny thing, a wry thing, that I hope you will enjoy!
Dear All,
Are you busy this week? Are you cooking & thanking? Well, I have something that goes with that, and with a recent post on Murder Ballads: A Narcocorrido. I spied it next to Teenage Tragedy Song, and I think you are going to love it; it's the song of the day!
Dear November,
I have not forgotten you! Quite the opposite: I know you are here, the time of the soft light and the low sun, and Orion lying on the ridge each evening. I am happy to know you, November! I have been busy, because you know how it is, December is coming, and November, as usual, is mainly used to prepare for December and January. But, you remain a favorite, and I have been shopping for gifts for you!
This year, I thought you might like a pink tortoiseshell comb, a rain coat, and a jar of crunchy chili condiment. I also thought you might like this link, to a wonderful poetry project at the MoMA. I got it from a friend, and I hope you enjoy it.
Until later this month!
Dear Radio Dodo Listeners,
What do you like best? This or this? Write me at the usual address in Pueblo, Colo., and let me know, won't you?
