Serpent’s teeth and the brilliance of Shakespeare

I hated reading Shakespeare as I grew up. The language seemed difficult, the concepts dry and old. I was, of course, ignorant. And a philistine. Now I know better, and am continually gobsmacked by what Shakespeare was able to contain in his works. I wonder who I was when I was younger - so sure…

When love goes awry…

“And you know what? To protect my kids, I’d lie, too. I’d lie on a stack of Bibles.” Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2013/02/11/130211fa_fact_keefe#ixzz2K2jZqwHp This story is about a woman who murdered all of her colleagues, supposedly over tenure at a university. And about the "accident" years earlier, where she shot her brother, killing him. It's a fascinating story,…

Fatwa the parrot and other post-death torments

I'm reading a totally thought-provoking mystery by Henning Mankell, called "the  Troubled Man". In it, Wallender spends a lot of time thinking about mortality and getting older. What with that and my own sudden need for a walker to get around dependably, I've been revisiting the whole end of life thing. I already have wills…

The joys of decrepitizing, or how to avoid pit toilets

I trotted off to the CAA today to pick up some travel books for my long-suffering sweetie (LSS), who is planning a trip with his gang of hoodlums (GOH) Picked up a Campbook for the Eastern Provinces, and two things immediately occurred to me. First, it's way thinner than it used to be - the…