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Bake the pumpkin, spice the syrup,
Poke the pudding, sweep the floor.
Wipe the tables, check the oven,
What’s that burning?  Buy some more.
Open windows, boil spices,
Probe the turkey, drop the heat.
Roll the pie crust, cross the lattice,
Drop the roller, ice the feet.
Twist the crepe blinds, primp the bouquet,
Place the settings, buff for shine.
Chase the cat off, smooth [...]

Over the years, I’ve come to realize that I am a sucker for anything that is unabashedly, unrealistically beautiful (excepting photoshopped cover girls). From magical novels by Salman Rushdie or Gabriel Garcia Marquez to amplified art by Georges Rouault or Vincent van Gogh to ultravivid films like Amèlie or The Fall, works of astonishment [...]

When I finally started to run on my own, I thought there was a hierarchy about who could say hi to whom. If you were clearly the superior runner, then it was your privilege whether or not to acknowledge the turtles plodding around you, and woebetide any such slowpoke so uppity as to think [...]