I saw some interesting stuff at the fair, including a very old (but not very first issue) Our Bodies, Ourselves that was comprised of a buncha stapled newsprint. One of the cool things at the booth of the poetry guy from Bay City was a copy of Marianne Moore's Collected Poems she had inscribed to the photographer who took the picture used as an icon for this post. She'd also made some handwritten changes to the text. (Ever the futzer, she was.) She wrote in a tidy, compact script with a very fine fountain pen nib, and, that day at least, the ink she had in her pen was a lively bright green.
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I saw some interesting stuff at the fair, including a very old (but not very first issue) Our Bodies, Ourselves that was comprised of a buncha stapled newsprint. One of the cool things at the booth of the poetry guy from Bay City was a copy of Marianne Moore's Collected Poems she had inscribed to the photographer who took the picture used as an icon for this post. She'd also made some handwritten changes to the text. (Ever the futzer, she was.) She wrote in a tidy, compact script with a very fine fountain pen nib, and, that day at least, the ink she had in her pen was a lively bright green.
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Bow Tie Tuesday
So I'm having rather a hard time. Yeah, it's BTT, but was all I pulled off to send the fellas. No one else tied one on until 9…
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Bow Tie Tuesday
This thick tie is unwieldy. Last night I dismantled its adjustable sector and sewed it to one size. It ties better now. A very slow…
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Bow Tie Tuesday
Well, it's 11:01pm as I start writing, and I don't feel up to taking my personal temperature and calling up what I might want to write about,…
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