… on Argentine streets, here. Brings to mind the guy who used to carry photos of someone else’s family around in his wallet because he didn’t want to die with a nurse laughing at parents as ugly as his.
Picked up the two-month-old Beast of Bages this afternoon from a farm where she was in imminent danger of being eaten by hunting dogs. She’s still too shy for photos, but has already assaulted one of the neighbours and climbed all over the bookcases, so here (MP3, 4.93MB), by way of welcome, is a snipped…
The raven didn’t hear me coming, so it broke away from the cliff at the last moment, struggled to remain airborne, and then climbed with a clumsy whooshing of wings out of the shadows and above the ridge, where it found the thermal, flexed its wing-fingers, and hung motionless for an age, the sun glinting…
There’s an interesting piece by Kini Nsom at the excellent Post Online (Cameroon) on topless, drunken and otherwise disorderly women in that country. This compelling issue came up in parliament in the form of a complaint by the MP for Sangmalima, Francois Esama, that what “the rights women are clamouring for is to go about…
