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, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded 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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