Dearest darlingest Bleaders,
This is beginning to seem like kind of a lot of snow. Am I wrong? I grew up around these parts and it seems to me when I was a kid there were a lot of winters in which there was this much snow, but that might have been situational as at the time I was very much shorter.
The philosopher tells us to remember to factor in changes in perspective, the meteorologist tells us we've smoke-stacked our planet right out of whack, which is whack; the poet tells us the world in dark and white is something pleasing,but then, it is worth considering that the poet almost never has to shovel.
I'm enjoying Mirov's posts and am inspired to send you off in my directions, linkily speaking. On music try Jace Clayton. Check out Astra Taylor on unschooling in this video! Listen to Benjamin Walker's Too Much Information. I like everything artist Peggy Nelson does. And, as always, you should so be going to the Poetry Brothel (yes that's me in the photo).
Okay, I love all you arty philosophical freaks and insist that you keep up all your bad behavior. I wish I could say more but have suit up to go pick up the kiddies in the blizzie. If you need more of me, read the old posts or buy a book! They're cheap! And it cheers me up when they appear to be selling. Yes, like all pets, I'm that petty. Don't kill yourself and I shall return to encourage you again. OTG* there is a lot of snow on my tree jewelry.
Love,
Jennifer
*Oh Their God. In my house when someone sneezes, we say "einstein". wink.
