Overtime will probably dry up after the first of the year, so hopefully I’ll be able to do more poetry. In the meantime . . .
If twins could be born decades apart.
Here’s The Hag singing a happy little seasonal tune.
If it’s not too much trouble, can you bring me the ability to play banjo like Bela? Oh, and I’ll need a banjo.
I haven’t posted a bluegrass song in a while, so here’s an old favorite. The sound isn’t the best, but hey, it’s Dan Tyminski, and includes a lyric about corn lick’r. Hard to beat that.
No poetry from me this week due to a ton of overtime work. But here’s a nice quote from Hawthorne’s “The Old Manse”:
So long as an unlettered soul can attain to saving grace, there would seem to be no deadly error in holding theological libraries to be accumulations of, for the most part, stupendous impertinence.
I agree. Even though I own a pretty sizable theological library.
|Arp 188 and the Tadpole’s Tail
Image Credit: Hubble Legacy Archive, ESA, NASA; Processing – Bill Snyder (Heavens Mirror Observatory)