12 July 2013 § Leave a comment
*Mental adventures. Or just maddening adventures that make one restless. Or perhaps ventures undertaken when one is mad. This word was born into the world without drawing attention to itself in an earlier post. The Augustans were (are?—are there any in the present day?!) fairly solid madventurers. The explication of this requires an entire post, methinks.
Whilst imposing order upon my newspaper archive, listening to Folk Alley (find it in this radio smorgasbord), I heard a song about chocolate mending a broken heart. Lie! This is a lie, this is a lie. Chocolate does not fix problems. Chocolate is necessary for a rich life, though, and you should listen to Leon Redbone’s “At the Chocolate Bon Bon Ball.”
(Aside: this radio station has just played the Tom Dooley song—so morbid, but so invigorating somehow—and has thus gained a faithful listener.)
Also, Heidi made a chocolate cake last night (I was the official stirrer and taste-tester), which partly explains the several references to chocolate today. Partly.
This time tomorrow, reckon I’ll be down in a lonesome valley . . . reading a book, though. If a killing is to befall me, I would rather wait until the time when it would count as assassination rather than murder.