The sun is out in Edmonton today, and I spent the last handful of hours walking around outside in short sleeves.
Crazy city, where people wear heavy boots on Tuesday and sandals on Thursday.
Anyway, a handful of random reads....
Fodor's 2007 guide to Spain:
The Rock (Gibraltar) is like Britain with a suntan. There are double-decker buses, policemen in helmets, and bright red mailboxes. Millions of dollars have been spent in developing the Rock's tourist potential, while a steady flow of expatriate Britons come here from Spain to shop at Safeway and High Street shops. (p. 600)
D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover:
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. (p. 1)
Also, some mean words from the guy whose book, published just a few months ago, seemed designed to persuade us Belinda Stronach wasn't Politics Barbie....
Daddy always promised his little girl a gold-plated exit from politics. (today's Calgary Herald)
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