point of view

Way back in 2001, I tucked away various magazine photos of September 11th and the aftermath. They were hard to look at, but I knew that there would be times when I would turn to them again. I began that day in Boston, and clearly remember the fear of it and the bizzare stillness of the interstate as I returned to my parents’ house in Connecticut.

But today, quite unexpectedly, I’ve seen the most disturbing photograph of the day that I have seen yet– totally unexpected and out of context.

You can find it here.

I almost want to dig out the old Time magazine to face the disturbance of this newest image.

goodnight

Time for an old friend, I think. The Doctor Seuss Sleep Book. Goodnight…

The news just came in
From the County of Keck
That a very small bug
By the name of Van Vleck
Is yawning so wide
You can look down his neck.

This may not seem
Very important, I know.
But it is. So I’m bothering
Telling you so.

A yawn is quite catching, you see. Like a cough,
It just takes one yawn to start other yawns off.
NOW the news has come in that some friends of Van Vleck’s
Are yawning so wide you can look down their necks.

At this moment, right now,
Under seven more noses,
Great yawns are in blossom,
They’re blooming like roses.

The yawn of that one little bug is still spreading!
According to latest reports, it is heading
Across the wide fields, through the sleepy night air,
Across the whole country toward every-which-where.
And people are gradually starting to say,
‘I feel rather drowsy, I’ve had quite a day.’

(and if you don’t know the rest, do find a child to pretend to buy it for. It is wonderful, and you need to see the pictures.)

thwarted

This is a warning for anyone tempted by the links for clergy shirts below.

The shirt arrived today. I had accepted the initial UPS fee (State side) that doubled the price of the shirt. But on delivery they added another £20, which included VAT at almost 50% of the value of the shirt. I suspect I can get a bit of it back, but only after endless correspondence.

But all that I could live with if the shirt were OK. It’s not that it doesn’t fit (though it doesn’t). It’s not that I don’t like the cut (though I don’t). It’s that the so-called tabbed collar is nothing more than a normal fold down collar tacked down at the edges. For that I could have bought a shirt anywhere and done it myself.

This happened to me once before when ordering from the States (Womenspirit that time), but I thought it was a one off problem. Clearly not.

So clergy, be warned.

Now — does anyone know a good dressmaker??