Genesis 15:1-3
Abram said, “Lord God, what will You give me, seeing I go childless, and the heir of my house is Eliezer of Damascus?”
After these things the word of the Lord came to Abram in a vision, saying, “Um. Yikes, Abram. I am your shield, your exceedingly great reward. Wow. Where is this coming from?”
The idea of writing being a solitary endeavor is deeply ingrained, and it’s appealing from a distance, the way being an orphan seemed appealing when you were nine—somehow the aloneness is proof that you’re special, different, destined for this in a way attorneys can only dream of.
Right-ho, so the abduction of Andromeda was a majorly popular artistic motif during the early modern era for reasons of "babes in chains are fun to draw," but there's a really wonderful sliding scale of what Perseus' rescue looked like.
Ariadne Oliver never actually gets to be the detective. She's the sidekick, the foil, the mouthpiece for Agatha Christie's own mistakes and second thoughts. She may have intuitions and they may be correct, but she's never the hero, the real detective.
I recently moved and now we are in the *nesting* phase, and one huge thing off our list is to make this beautifully tacky wall for our flamingo print. And I am just pleased as peaches with how this turned out and I wanted to share.
How many of these characters can you recall? You see, they all remember you.
Agatha "Sister Night-Wind" Brimlap, Mary Poppins
Mary Poppins' elder sister who lives in the coal-cellar and visits the children when they are asleep. She visited you, too. Don't you remember? She keeps all the things the wind carries away.
If Mary-Louise Parker were your girlfriend, you’d laze in bed together on Sunday mornings, with just thin, jersey-cotton sheets as the only barrier between your bodies and the air, and she would read Wallace Stevens aloud to you. You’d debate the pros and cons of austerity in poetry until she said, “Honey, we’re saying the same thing,” and then kissed you through a smile.
If Mary-Louise Parker were your girlfriend, she would normally keep her
It was not until I found the "Waves in art" and "Paintings of nude females in the sea" categories on Wikimedia Commons that I realized how big a part of art was just women seeming sexually aroused by the ocean? Not even mermaids, it's a whole different thing.
Did you know that as of Wednesday evening there was not a single damn sled you could order with your Amazon Prime subscription that would actually arrive BEFORE the storm, even if you were willing to pay extra for "same-day shipping"?
