There’s never any knowing—(how am I to put it?)—which of our actions, which of our idlenesses won’t have things hanging on it for ever.
—E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread
Oh My Goodness!
Things I did this week when I wasn’t obsessively scrolling the news
Kidlit4Japan Auction Update
Tuesday: encounters with books (and blogs)
Commonplace Book: Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s Poetry As Insurgent Art