That’s one hot moon
I don’t know why I find this so amusing. Perhaps the heat’s got me.
According to Boston.com, it’s 96◦ Fahrenheit in Boston right now, and apparently the sun has disappeared from the sky and been replaced by the moon as in some kind of apocalyptic Biblical plague à la Moses in Egypt.
Is it Judgment Day? Already?
Anyway, a hot moon makes me think of this past Saturday, which Joe and I spent frolicking naked with some friends on Moshup beach in Aquinnah on Martha’s Vineyard. There were a couple of hot moons hanging out near us.
posted by Sandouri Dean Bey at 3:52 PM
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Hot moons remind me of Tom Robbins' "Still Life with Woodpeckers." It's all about how redheads are children of the moon and blondes are children of the sun (although I don't know where this leaves brunettes).
Supposedly redheads and blondes were embroiled in an epic war in which the blondes came out victorious because the redheads were too crazy and poetic!
I saw that you like MIDDLESEX. I actually purchased a used copy for five bucks at a small shop in Manchester-by-the-sea, but have yet to read it. Right now, I'm engaged with "What's the Matter with Kansas?" ... utterly wonderful.
i know exactly the store you're talking about... manchester by the book, no?
i like the stock exchange, which is around the corner from the bookstore. last summer, i picked up an ottoman hamam bowl there (the brass bowl you brought to the baths to pour water over yourself) for $10.
i hope you like middlesex. i loved it.
thanks for stopping by :) hope you'll come again.
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