I have been neglectful and I'm sorry

I'll be the first to admit it: my attention has been drawn elsewhere--namely, to work, lounging in the park on sunny days, and my other blog. I'm sorry. I've been posting lots of links and not a lot of content. Things have got to change.

If there's anything left to cheer you up, my second-favorite blog, it's Maira Kalman. She writes and illustrates a blog for the New York Times that has recently gained a lot of attention due to her her post on Obama's inauguration. It made me happy.

One of my favorite pieces of hers is the first in the series called "Finale." The poem goes like this:

Part 1. Precarious

I am at a loss
for words.
Everything
was not said.
Things are
bittersweet.
Bitter. Sweet.

What is this faint
vision? This fleeting
memory?

The furniture is so fragile.
And the dust floats so slowly
in the sunlight.
So sunny. And so precarious.





Also, she illustrated a version of The Elements of Style (!!!!!!!!!!!)*. How can anyone get any cooler?



*I acknowledge that both Strunk and White would be quite displeased with me and my excessive parenthetical exclamation marks. They need to take a deep breath and deal with it.