Tom Waits for No Man

This is a few of my favorite things.

By the pricking of my thumbs

Dearest Arthur,

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.  I know some grrls who could tell you about that.  Witches.  You know when Macbeth says to the witches "How now you secret, black, and midnight hags!  What is't you do?"  And they are all like, "A deed without a name."  I think that is hilarious.

a big kiss,

Jenny

I was thinking this

Consider how tempting it was in the Cold War to try to outmaneuver the Russians and bomb them away.  They were our only enemy, so we'd be the only super power and we'd live happily ever after.  What I am saying is, what if we had actually nuked them just because we didn't have the imagination to think of suicide bombers, and guerrillas, and roadsides, and flying planes into buildings.  Consider the bizarre beauty of the notion that if only the slavs were taken out, peace would reign.  

snow on mesh

Fonzie's Recipe Corner

Double, double, toil and trouble.  Fire burning, caldron at bubble.  I got filet of fenny snake in the caldron boiled and baking.  Eye of newt and toe of frog.  The wool of a bat and the tongue of your dog (sorry).  I also snipped the fork of an adder and let the snake slither lisping away.  I scalloped the sting out of a blind worm, used lizard's leg and owlet's wing (mint and henbane), for a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

All say: Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble.

I bought the scale of dragon, but harvested myself the tooth of a wolf.  I have witches' mummy growing right here in the garden, fishmonger by the docks butchered me my mouth and gut of the ravined salt-sea shark.  Root of hemlock digged I in the dark, pinch of my own liver, gall bladder of a goat (ergo ergot), slips of yew silvered in the moon's eclipse.  What else?  In a separate bowl: Nose of Turk (real Turk!).  Tartar's lips (cherries).  Finger of birth-strangled babe ditch-delivered by a drab.  Make the gruel thick and slab: add tiger guts and throw it all in the pot.  

All say: Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble.  (Which means Double the heat and the speed at which you stir as you bring it to a boil.)  

Take the caldron off the flame.  As it cools, mix in baboon blood.  And that's it.  You can make pretty much anybody do everything.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

What?

What? 

up early

dear fonz,

it is 7:48 and i can't sleep.  i have been up since little girl woke me up at 5am and i got her right back to sleep but not me.  the world on the macscreen page is white and so is the mac and so are the gloss paint window frames, and so is the snow all over everything and so is the sky.  so things are white.  

thinking about predators.  as you may have noticed.  seen this?

I bet you would tell me to go back to bed and dream of whale songs, so i will.

xoxjmh