And what a week it was. Your bloguero finds himself hiding out in Columbia County,
New York, southeast of Albany and abutting the Massachusetts border, an area deep in winter, full of snow, crusted of with heavy ice, and very cold. In two words: hard winter.
While some blogs can tell you what’s coming in the future, an attribute your bloguero admires, The Dream Antilles can’t. Why not? Because in a phrase: this blog doesn’t know what’s coming up. Your bloguero doesn’t know what, if anything, will write itself into pixels this week. This is just one of the blog’s many delightful but sometimes vexing idiosyncrasies, like having the comment instructions be en Espanol. And having the videos be too narrow. Like having many dead links in the blog list. Like, because of the bloguero’s obvious laziness, not giving you the links to stories in this posting: you just go to The Dream Antilles and scroll down to what you’re looking for. It is not a long way. Like the way he refers to himself in this post in the third person, as if he were the typing Deion Sanders.
So, if you look at the past week you will find:
Bob Marley’s Birthday: He’d Be 65. Hard to imagine, but it’s been almost thirty years since he passed on. And he’s an icon. So we celebrate his birthday with a video of him performing “No Woman No Cry,” one of my favorites.
Making The Independent Judiciary A Joke complains about Clarence Thomas’s wife’s rightwing political activism as a threat to judicial independence. Specifically, she’s selling access. The comments posted to this essay at dKos make one suspect that commenters at that blog are on the payroll of rightwing think tanks. Prove that wrong.
Announcing An Internet Serialized Novel tells the world that our friend, the novelist Claudia Ricci, is posting a serialized version of her latest novel at Huffington Post. This is exciting, and it might herald the return of the serialized novel to America.
Storm Central? is an essay about what happens when bad weather detains your bloguero at home and the local NPR affiliate is on full time fund raising, which by the way persists even as you read this. He gave, really he did, but he notices a passive aggressive tilt in the fund raising strategy.
Welcome to the Port Writers Alliance. What a great idea. The Dream Antilles is honored.
Enough, I Say, Enough. Even more crummy weather increases your bloguero’s cabin fever and grouchiness. And why on earth not? You have to be here to understand it.
Haiku For Imbolc. Imbolc is the cross-quarter day, February 1, half way between the start of Winter and the first day of Spring. So we’re half the way there, but it’s still a long slog to the first snow white.
Four Haiku For Egypt. Fed up with all of the analysis and blibber blabber, your bloguero cuts to the chase: poetry in support of democracy and the protestors in Egypt.
This essay about what is on The Dream Antilles is a weekly Sunday morning very early digest for the Writers Port Alliance. See you next week, if the creek don’t rise.
