On Sep 27, 2008, at 9:57 PM, Eric Yost wrote:
Hey, you can't talk to me about sharks. I just went crabbing on a beautiful bay in fabulous weather and no stinking Damien Hurst formaldahydey-hi-d-ho bloomin' shark, no matter where it's looking, is going to burst my bubble. Nearly eighty degrees, the tide right, crab shells hardening up, cava in the fridge... What more could a person want?Saw another shark in a Lucite box at the Met. It's in avestibule leading to giant Clifford Styll paintings. The shark is looking away from the paintings. It doesn't seem happy, even though it is a dead shark, even though it is near a window.
David Ritchie, still floatin' in Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html