Summer songs for everyman, courtesy of David Hepworth at Word magazine. I was reading about Summer in the City last night, and despite the fact it's winter and there's snow on the hills, I could still feel the back of my neck getting dirty and gritty.
Eli Rabett is a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny, a chair election from retirement, at a wanna be research university that has a lot to be proud of but has swallowed the Kool-Aid. The students are naive but great and the administrators vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional. His colleagues are smart, but they have a curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they occasionally heed his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
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Summer songs for everyman, courtesy of David Hepworth at Word magazine. I was reading about Summer in the City last night, and despite the fact it's winter and there's snow on the hills, I could still feel the back of my neck getting dirty and gritty.
Now where's that kitty...?
Dorlomin says.....
We are having a roasty toasty summer here in the UK as well, even a dry hot hot hot Glastonbury!
Rumour has it July 6 was hottest day ever recorded on UAH. But have not been able to confirm that.....
Too warm even here.
This is a very dangerous habit. I lost hours yesterday exploring YouTube links to songs I hadn't heard in ages, or was just plain curious about.
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