Saturday, January 10, 2004

Brrrrrrr You know what it's like in the Yukon wild     when it's sixty-nine below; When the ice-worms wriggle their purple heads     through the crust of the pale blue snow; When the pine trees crack like little guns     in the silence of the wood, And the icicles hang down like tusks     under the parka hood; When the stovepipe smoke breaks sudden off,     and the sky is weirdly lit, And the careless feel of a bit of steel     burns like a red-hot spit;           --Robert Service, The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill It's 9 degrees right now and with any luck it'll reach 14 before it heads back down to 3 tonight. Last night the sky was so clear that the stars looked like tiny diamonds thrown against a black velvet sky. So clear but way too cold to convince me to take my telescope out to peer at Saturn, the Orion Nebula or the Pleiades. Me, I've got my thoughts on getting the hell out of here and heading down to the Cayman Islands. We'll see. Anyway, tonight we're heading into The City to see Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes at B.B. King's. G.E. Smith will be opening. That's if my wife's cold abates. If not, maybe I'll finally fire up that first DVD of Lord of the Rings. Or I can always sit back with some hot tea and read some more Robert Service. File under Stuff That Don't Fit Anywhere Else. 12:32:17 PM