One week ago, on Tuesday, I started reading William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury. Within two pages I was texting friends who had read it, asking, “What the hell is going on here?” I read the first chapter — 50 pages narrated by a 33-year-old character at the development stage of a child, who … Continue reading The Sound and the Fury: wut
Finally, fall. The weather hasn’t caught up to the calendar yet — the sweat dripping down my back when I walked the garden this morning told me it is summer not autumn — but the equinox was yesterday, a hot wind is blowing, and leaves have started falling from trees. There’s no break from the … Continue reading Ramble on
I’m going on vacation today, and one of the things I’m most excited about is that I’ll have free time over the next few days to write, and to play with my blog(s). Before heading out of town, I opened my laptop to add my other sites to the menu here on Butterfly Mind, and as I … Continue reading I have a blogging problem
The butler passed Coverly a cocktail on a tray. He had never drunk a martini cocktail before and to conceal his inexperience he raised the glass to his lips and drained it. He didn’t cough and sputter but his eyes swam with tears, the gin felt like fire and some oscillation or defense mechanism in … Continue reading Remember your first martini?
I finished Maryland on my reading tour of the US — three books set in each state and written by an author from that state — and as I do every time I finish a state, as soon as I finished Maryland, I made a list of books from the next state I plan to read. … Continue reading I’m about to read Massachusetts, and I’m overwhelmed by the possibilities
After arriving in Las Vegas last week for a work trip, I opened up my hotel room to my co-workers. I stayed in one of three social suites where we hung out at night to talk, snack, drink, and play Boggle. After I settled in, a couple other early arrivals stopped by to say hi … Continue reading Flitting colours and festering skies