I'm next in line for Lamb, so whilst I wait—& whilst I was already at the library, making a book run for my still hobbled mother—I snagged The Stupidest Angel from amongst the three Moore volumes sitting on the McFarlen shelf. Christopher Moore's novels are like Seinfeld episodes in this: one is rarely enough, as instead of satisfying it merely whets your appetite for more.
Currently
Christopher Moore, The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror
Father Michael E. Gaitley, 33 Days to Morning Glory: A Do-It-Yourself Retreat in Preparation for Marian Consecration
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I had a wonderfully invigorating telephonic confab with the California Dreamer yesterday. "Grow or die" is the motto, & indeed we have been dying for a while now. I take solace in the words of Alfred Bester: "He was one hundred and seventy days dying and not yet dead." It is time, long past time to get to work. The status quo, this limbo of potentialities & good intentions, cannot be tolerated.
Grow or die.
The Rebel Black Dot Drinking Song of the Day
The Pogues, "Streams of Whiskey" from The Best of the Pogues (T.L.A.M.)
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