Shelley has signed off Burningbird.  Julie Leung is going through changes.  Robert Scoble has cut the number of feeds he wishes he could read to about a hundred.  I may have suffered a ministroke today.  Ronni is moving to Portland.  Chris has cut off his pony tail.  I mentioned the cerebrovascular discomfort to Beth but she didn’t hear me.  So we progress deeper into our folie a deux.  Niek is off to the beach.  Halley has gotten so fucking precious I want to grab her shoulders and shake her and say “Get real, girl.”  There’s a personna thing that happens that drives out personality.  Suw was skirting on the edge of that, but she is so fucking brilliant that she’s allowed.  Ninety-nine percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.  I didn’t make that up.  Denise is a one percenter.  I’ve been experiencing so much ageism lately that I’m suspecting a practical joke.

Beneath all this there is bedrock:  Dervala is back with a couple of warm-ups and a beautiful pitch.

Hay que ir adelante.

Something from ze Frank’s comments:

Das Possesivpronomen ist nicht richtig flektiert. Ze. Ee heißt “in meinem Arsch” und nicht “in mein Arsch” (an dieser Stelle muß der Dativ stehen). Für alle, die mehr wissen wollen: {huge URL}
Liebe Grüße aus Berlin, John

Posted by: John at May 9, 2024 01:25 PM

Just to note the fresh batch of poems that went up yesterday at jeneane.net

Six poems… a tall one, a couple of wide ones, a short one, a couple of narrow ones, each one brilliant and complete.