by Robert Louis Stevenson
I had never actually read this adventure story before. Argh! 15 men on a dead man’s chest! Pieces of eight! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! It’s nice to read source material.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I had never actually read this adventure story before. Argh! 15 men on a dead man’s chest! Pieces of eight! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! It’s nice to read source material.


I had no idea this would look this nice when I bought these three little plants in the spring.
by Isabel Wilkerson
I did a lot of skimming, skipping most of the historical digressions in favor of the three life stories. I can appreciate this as a piece of reporting, but no way is this the second best book of the century. It was so repetitive. Wilkerson will tell you the exact same thing mere pages apart. “She had heard that they strapped women down during delivery” (page 245). “She had heard that up north, doctors strapped women down when they went into labor” (page 267). Within two pages, “their respective corners of the echoing mansion… feeling too small for two people so different from each other,” and “that so full a house would come down to just these two,” and “marooned in a house that was too big, but not big enough to escape each other.” This isn’t great writing to me.

A nice combo, in a Millennial sort of way. But not really what I’m going for. I need to dye some brown and blend it to brown up these oranges.

I was wrong, I do have pumpkins. I just needed to look on the sunny side of the patch.

Scratching my head

