Ye Mariners All
by angeliska on April 29, 2004
So, perhaps I’m beating a dead horse with all this hub-bub about sailors and boats and such-but here, finally are the pictures I promised then.. Here’s our drunken sailor, Sven (Yes! Sven, I shit you not!)so ear-lie in the mornin’ (…)
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by angeliska on April 22, 2004
What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? Steal his hat and take a picture, that’s what- I’ll put them (…)
New Skin For the Old Ceremony
by angeliska on April 19, 2004
As the ceremony lasted until past four in the morning, we were sadly unable to make our date for the rodeo,and ventured out into the swamp instead. An afternoon idyll under the branchesin the Crane Garden, a secret place V. foundbetween the (…)
Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!
by angeliska on April 16, 2004
This week has been a veritable flurry of social obligations and events- I’m beginningto feel like a goddamn debutante, much against my will.It probably seems like life down here in the genteel South is nothin’ but a bunch of garden (…)
Playing Canasta in Cold Rooms
by angeliska on April 14, 2004
Well, actually – it’s gin-rummy, as I may be a little old lady with my stockings falling down, but canasta is a mystery to me. Someone said to me the other day, “Grandmas are just antique little girls.” Which I (…)
Eostre – little lambs eat ivy..
by angeliska on April 11, 2004
Spring has sprung, officially, in La Nouvelle Orleans-hatched the cache, popped the latch, and flown the coop!Apple blossom time has come and gone, my friends-and the japanese magnolias and peach trees havedropped their blooms and donned their lush green gowns..I (…)
Me ves y sufres
by angeliska on April 9, 2004
Violet and I drove out to Mississippi for a day-trip. Lovely to get out of the city for a spell.Rambling down the highway and through the pines, opening out onto the ocean and the sea-smell..The hills were dotted with wildflowers- (…)
"Oh, for the love of the crows!"
by angeliska on April 6, 2004
A GIFT – When I came home yesterday, I was disgruntled *see AN ACCIDENT below-and wheezing from the giant plumes of chartreuse-colored pollenwhich has settled on everything in sight- and causes everyone great discomfort.Imagine how quickly my malaise lifted when (…)
DADA AND ITS AFTERMATH
by angeliska on April 1, 2004
Ahoy, hoy, hoy me hearties-from atop the billowing wavesof a choppy sea- the ocean ofchaotic primordial ooze thathas become my world.But just like in those recurrentdreams I have, of tidal waves.Somehow I’m riding it, outrunning it,scanning the horizon for the (…)
