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Monday, 22 August 2016

White whale

Another bday at the press, for an editor very fond of Melville's here is MD in, um, happier days.

"Clap eye on Captain Ahab, young man, and thou wilt find that he has only one leg."
"What do you mean, sir? Was the other one lost by a whale?"
"Lost by a whale! Young man, come nearer to me: it was devoured, chewed up, CRUNCHED by the monstrousest parmacetty that ever chipped a boat! Ah, ah!"

Wednesday, 10 August 2016


Birthday today at the press for our cat-loving production editor. They were wise to put my desk upstairs and far, far away from the table.

Monday, 1 August 2016


Breezy, cloudy morning by the lake and a somewhat drizzly afternoon: hurdles on one idea made way for sketches and roughs tossed about for the seedling of another. 

Thursday, 28 July 2016


Spent the weekend down in the capital for my cousin's pretty wedding.

Just as lovely was catching up with a poet friend whose beautiful words were recently published in the New Yorker, here. For a few seconds it was like a reverse, modern bohème (am I always going on about this piece? Just tell me to stop...). Instead of freezing Paris, a boiling summer day in DC. Poet. Artist. Cafe. Struggling, struggling. Dreams. Freedom...