25 September 2003 - 9:07 a.m.

Dr. Lisa's been getting chickens sacrificed in her honor (according to her comments section, at least), and rightly so.

On the other side of the coin, I've been skimming through a box full of old newsletters, and so far my favorite sentence of the lot comes from the obituary of Sister Grace Taylor, a nun who was also a calligrapher and book artist: "She paid for her press through the sale of her beloved Karat cats that she bred at the convent." (Patty Manning Sackinger, Capital Calligraphers (Oregon), 2001)

Two years ago, Blake on my mind: The whore and gambler, by the state / Licensed, build that nation's fate. . .