Malaise
I remember a Woody Allen story I read long ago which had a line about F. Scott Fitzgerald's decline as a writer -- at the end he was reduced to typing series of commas, or some such. Most nights lately, I've felt capable of far less. Given how much I liked the previous photo (I was never much of a Louise Brooks fan, but I am rapidly becoming one now for some reason) I thought I'd post another:
In the meantime, I'm reading more about Mormons that I ever cared to know. Finding it fascinating as well, but not anything I care to write about just yet.
I am happy to note that J. Cassian has a series of highly engaging posts up at February 30 -- start at the top and keep scrolling.
Synchronicity! On dawg walks I'm currently listening to "Under the Banner of God," the Jon Krakauer book on polygamy and murder among the Mormons.
I've always been fascinated by the Mormons; now that I live 10 miles from Hill Cumorah (where Moroni told Joseph to dig up the gold plates) they're a more active hobby.
I'm sure you know where you live, and I'm sure you know where Hill Cumorah is, but, at least according to some Mormon apologists, it must actually be somewhere in Mexico...
Maybe tonight I'll post more on the subject, although to be honest, I'd rather look for photos of Louise Brooks to post...it makes the blog so much more aesthetically pleasing, no?
I knew a girl that looked a lot like Louise. Same sense of sensuality. Too bad she was such a pain in the ass.