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I realize some of you are not reading tiny ghosts.

Go, read today’s.

I love that we get the front and back views.

Same as it ever was, same - as - it - ever - was.

We’re broke. We have food and gas but no cash. Actually, negative cash in the bank at the moment.

Also, I seem to have lost the Scifi anthology I was reading. Not in any of my usual book stashing places (being arms-reach of the bed/couch/tub).

But I’m happy. Thrilled actually. Someone I greatly admire gave me praise in an area where I most respect her opinion.

Also, my socks are itchy.

But Jess and the cats are snoring softly, I’m warm and dry, and life is good.

Maintenance Man notes:

Remember this later.

Mr. and Ms. America are spokesmodels for Starstruck Cafe, logo based on Starbucks, Cap A’s shield and WW’s tiera.

Again with the Telegraph Obits!

Ian Hamilton Finlay

Ian Hamilton Finlay, who died yesterday aged 80, was an artist, poet, moralist and “avant gardener”...

His father James lost the fortune which he had made smuggling with a schooner (in Nassau), and the family returned to an impoverished life in Glasgow...

After the war Hamilton Finlay returned to Orkney, which he described as “Arcady”, and became a shepherd...

Totally out of context quote from a few years later:
“We had constructed a panzer tank and were letting off explosions and so on,” Hamilton Finlay later explained. “It was a thoroughly satisfactory day.”

Some felt that Hamilton Finlay’s garden made determinedly idiosyncratic and highly allusive comments on art, nature and classical culture, provoking debate on the legacy of the Enlightenment and asserting the need for spirituality in democracy...

Known to his friends as “wee Ian”, Hamilton Finlay’s soft-spoken manner surprised those familiar only with his work. He was married twice, and had a son and a daughter.

I skipped most of the interesting parts. Click his name to learn more.

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