Moon, June, Spoon… the month of June has come and gone so quickly; and with it, many hours and pages left in the darkened silences of minutes passed.
This month was bookended by two trips to Texas and back, which seemed to hinder my reading almost as much as it enabled me to read more than I might ordinarily. `Tis somewhat complicated, but I daresay I was able to consume an impressive amount of material over the last four weeks, all things considered.
Unfortunately, I started too many new books this month to finish some of the holdovers from the previous and I know that I lingered in one book much longer than I usually do.
Perhaps taking on the 1000-page historical novel Chesapeake dominated my days a trifle more than it should have?
Nevertheless, here are the works read in entirety over June`s span of thirty-odd days:
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June`s last days find us returning to the deep woods of East Texas, as we are departing this afternoon… in fact, the van is packed and idling in the driveway… From the weekend through the first half of the week, we shall be dividing our time between members of mine and Candace`s extended family in … Continue reading There And Back Again…
He was the boy with the sad eyes… Born on this day was Pete Maravich, a legendary basketball player known for his incredible athletic abilities – also known as “Pistol Pete” he starred in college and for three NBA teams. Maravich is still the all-time leading collegiate scorer, averaging a staggering 44.2 points per game, … Continue reading Peter "Pistol Pete" Maravich (1947 – 1988)
Today was a long day… the longest of the year, the Summer Solstice. In the sky, the Sun moved its Westward passage without Northern or Southern deviation… through the intermittent shading and fadings, as well numerous random cloudburst from silver streaked Cumulonimbus clouds, the Sun has shone out… and the long day has ambled on, … Continue reading First Day of the Summer
Paul Potts. An unknown man from an obscure corner of little England (O, land of tiny body with a mighty heart), an unknown man whose heart`s desire is to open his mouth in song… in Opera, the pinnacle of vocal performance and craft.
Humble in bearing and ordinary in appearance, his gentle voice and lilting Welsh accent give little indication of what fire may reside within.
Perhaps he is, though earnest and convivial, simply lacking any discernible talent with which he would be able to do a proper artistic justice to the many powerful arias formulated by musical genius.
`Tis no great shame in this, for very few of us are so blessed.
Nay, let us give him ear…
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Why am I so overly concerned and/or impressed with things that are evocative of ancient times? Be it my longing to read Aristotle`s Poetics at the crumbling ruins of the Acropolis, to trace the lines of mortar between the bricks of the Great Wall of China, or to cool my heels upon the glistening banks … Continue reading Laudator Temporis Acti
Not long ago I happened upon a series of programs based around the life of a 12th century Welsh monk named Cadfael, and I have quickly become an ardent follower of his adventures. My local library has the entire series (four seasons, 13 episodes in all), and I have watched more than half of them … Continue reading Cadfael