Flotsam

Watched a hunt­ing pere­grine fal­con from my office win­dow and another rap­tor, much larger, stopped in for an inspec­tion. Didn’t look much like a bald eagle, but could have been a juve­nile; they don’t have the mark­ings yet. I don’t know of any other siz­able birds of prey in this area.

Lost my foun­tain pen. For real this time. About 8 years ago, a moth­erly Christ­mas gift. It had some seri­ous sen­ti­men­tal value. I could buy the same model & color from Sta­ples, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Great MetaFil­ter post on Wen­dell Berry. I’d read Fem­i­nism, the Body, and the Machine before, but he’s got a siz­able body of work and some seri­ous wis­dom on com­mu­nity, envi­ron­men­tal, edu­ca­tional and just about any other sort of atti­tude adjust­ment you might think the world needs. He’s a poet too.

I’m sched­uled to be inter­viewed by a Boston Uni­ver­sity jour­nal­ism grad­u­ate stu­dent this Sat­ur­day about Tremon­ter and my appar­ent sta­tus as a cit­i­zen jour­nal­ist. Tremon­ter woke up from its reg­u­lar win­ter nap this week. Nice to see.

I renewed my STOP SMILING sub­scrip­tion using the BOGO Super­fan offer they cur­rently have going. Sent my cousin Heather the other half. Heard from them today, they upgraded my cur­rent ‘script to super­fan sta­tus just because they rule.

I want my yard, though it became too cold again for much work out there. I think all of the grass in my front is kaput, rue and lamentation.