With cries we woke the bear whose slumber was ancient, the bees whose frenzied paths were as methodical as a plowman’s. Between thickets we darted, our breath held like an amulet between our numbed hands.
I’m reading Zami in my girlfriend’s bed. It’s the first time I’ve read it in a long time, and will be her first time if she reads it like I told her to. She got it at the library after I found it and I said,
Abyssinians are to tabbies as caviar is to salmon roe: the expensive version. I was determined to find an Abyssinian as I walked the floor of The Cotillion Ballroom in Wichita, Kansas, on what was also Super Bowl Sunday.
If you are going to war in Finland’s Arctic, you’ll need skis and tanks, of course, but you may also need newspapers. The Fins have been using this cheap, homemade innovation for sweat-absorbent (and disposable) insoles for decades.
