My old friend Edward called me last night.
 ‘Come to London, Dervs, and we’ll catch up over a few bottles of red,’ he said in his Mayfair drawl.

This is the difference between Londoners and New Yorkers. I have never seen an Englishman order just one glass of wine.

My old friend Edward called me last night.
 ‘Come to London, Dervs, and we’ll catch up over a few bottles of red,’ he said in his Mayfair drawl.

This is the difference between Londoners and New Yorkers. I have never seen an Englishman order just one glass of wine.

Dogs of Sparky’s
My local bar, Sparky’s, lets you bring in dogs and pizza. These are two excellent points in its favor. I don’t own or want a dog, but Sparky’s allows me the occasional fantasy of being a doggy person, without the poop and the doghair and the ever-present danger of savage maulings.

At Sparky’s, you order good Italian pizza from Vinny’s up the street (on your cellphone, standing outside so that the regulars don’t think you’re a Manhattan-type). As soon as it arrives, the dogs crowd around your table hopefully. If their owners allow, or are too sloshed to care, you feed them anchovies and crust. They gobble this down, then immediately put their starved, pathetic expressions back on. Only you and your generosity can save them from wasting away. They drop this charade only when someone else gets pizza.

Last year Tim saw a guy walking up Smith St. with two Rottweilers on a leash. It was a cold day, and he rubbed his hands.
‘Well, whaddya say, boys? Should we stop by Sparky’s?’
Both dogs woofed obediently. Now that’s training.

Things Other People Accomplished When They Were Your Age
Via RileyDog.
I’m 29, and staring at the headlights of the thirty train. How nice to learn that the Buddha was clueless, too.

At age 29:The Buddha decided to renounce the world and abandon family and possessions. Seven years later, he realized this brought him no closer to the wisdom he sought.

American inventor Alexander Graham Bell transmitted the first complete sentence by telephone.

Agatha Christie, the most translated writer in the world, published her first book.

Michael Faraday demonstrated electromagnetic rotation, leading the way to the invention of the electric motor.

Blacksmith Kirkpatrick MacMillan invented the first real bicycle.

English novelist Emily Jane Bronte wrote the romance Wuthering Heights .

Singer-songwriter Carole King released her best-selling album Tapestry.

French naturalist George Dagobert founded the science of comparative anatomy.

Things Other People Accomplished When They Were Your Age
Via RileyDog.
I’m 29, and staring at the headlights of the thirty train. How nice to learn that the Buddha was clueless, too.

At age 29:

The Buddha decided to renounce the world and abandon family and posessions. Seven years later, he realized this brought him no closer to the wisdom he sought.

American inventor Alexander Graham Bell transmitted the first complete sentence by telephone.

Agatha Christie, the most translated writer in the world, published her first book.

Michael Faraday demonstrated electromagnetic rotation, leading the way to the invention of the electric motor.

Blacksmith Kirkpatrick MacMillan invented the first real bicycle.

English novelist Emily Jane Bronte wrote the romance Wuthering Heights .

Singer-songwriter Carole King released her best-selling album Tapestry.

French naturalist George Dagobert founded the science of comparative anatomy.

Mark asks: “Is it just me or does Ananova consist mainly of stories like this?

Mark asks: “Is it just me or does Ananova consist mainly of stories like this?

Halley Suitt writes beautifully on her father’s death.

Otherwise
Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Halley Suitt writes beautifully on her father’s death.

Otherwise
Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Somethin’ Else
This is possibly the best rock and roll song in existence. There’s such purity to its Eisenhower dreaming, and the riff is up there with Satisfaction. Plus it saved me from being lynched in Mare Chiaro the other night, when I accidentally put a 1930s recording of Kevin Barry on the jukebox. I endured all 16 verses while getting deathrays from the meaty Italian regulars. Only Eddie Cochran pacified them.