The snow has disappeared for the second time after we had a new coating on Saturday night. Karen is getting hyperactive about wanting to place up birdfeeders with poles; I told her to wait until sometime in April, which reminds me I should plant the New Jersey Tea plants whose seeds I have placed in the refrigerator in order to scarify them.
I completed Juvenal's 16 Satires this morning on the bus; I think I might take a stab at composing one; perhaps an addendum in the style of him. I discussed this once in a drunken revelry at one of the Oregon brewfests to one of my friends. It would be his 18th Satire (the 16th is not complete, but he could complain about that, implying that the Christians were responsible for its absence and a 17th one when they destroyed the Library of Alexandria in the 4th Century (?) AD.) The 18th would be situated from his grave with his dust complaining about his current state and death; even in death he could find complaint.
I saw a car today waiting at the bus stop that had a personal license plate that read "44EVER." Brett's acolytes still exist.
My listening selections from today on my iPod: T. Rex (Electric Warrior), The Clash (US version of 1st album).
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