I doubt that I could pick just one song to think of Eartha Kitt, but C'est si Bon is the first one that comes to mind...
Hic Sunt Dracones... ...Cape Cod to the Golden Gate; Muir Beach, Garden of the Gods, the Mediterranean, a full moon on the Overseas Highway, the Pont Alexandre III, standing on Point Fermin, the wind whooshing fog by my ears atop Twin Peaks... ...San Francisco, LA, SLO, ODAT...
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Yesterday, the rain began; today the air has that crystalline freshness when you breathe...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Another hurricane season, come and gone
Bush is still 50 days away from officially handing over the keys for White House to Barack Obama, but the President-Elect is sounding more presidential every day.
I might say that Obama sounds without a doubt more presidential than his predecessor, but that might be rubbing it in. No need to point out the obvious. I mean, I wouldn't want to come off as cruel as, well, them (you know who you are).
Still, the quietness of the day seems to give a chance for the opportunity to look at other things... the day Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on a bus, Bette Midler's birthday, and the official end of the hurricane season. As World AIDS Day events unfold around the country, Miami coming to the end of yet another White Party Week. And there's still some stuffing left in the fridge!
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