I was thumbing through this fun book my dad sent called “Let’s Bring Back: The Lost Language Edition” and found this phrase. It is meant to be soothing but it sounds pretty ominous too. (Bonus failed Uncial in the corner.)
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: nothing in particular. Must be time for sleep.
The Chicago Cubs won the World Series! Somehow this “Westworld” quote seemed appropriate.
Practicing my wonky g’s with some Pelikan Edelstein Amethyst in my Conklin All-American.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: November rain. Not the GnR song.
We had a thought-provoking discussion with friends over dinner tonight. During a lull in the conversation, I glanced over at the server’s workstation and saw an Alan Watts quotation on it.
It reminded me of my favorite Alan Watts quotation, so I decided to practice printing a bit.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: Maxine, who has an appointment with the refrigerator doctor tomorrow. Her buzzing days are numbered!