the last arrow in my quiver of whimsy

aretha franklin's rendition of the star-spangled banner was inspired and inspiring.

i almost needed my glove, all three tigers homers came my way: one landed a few rows up in section 146 (yes, i was in section 147, my favorite section), another in section 148 on the other side from me, and the other in our bullpen right in front of me.

i sat next to some great canadian tigers fans from windsor (yes, they really do say sore-ee and eh). the older generation have been coming over for games since the 1960s.

with the blimp flying overhead all night, i had a funny feeling i'd been transported to fringe's alternate earth.

and i left feeling like i'm on the right earth, whichever earth it is.

"the only way i don't play [in game 4]," martinez said, "is if i wake up and i'm dead."

(it's also the ghoulest month, but that's not pertinent)










madame sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
has a bad cold, nevertheless
is known to be the wisest woman in europe,
with a wicked pack of cards. here, said she,
is your card, the drowned phoenician sailor.
(those are pearls that were his eyes. look!)
here is belladonna, the lady of the rocks,
the lady of situations.
here is the man with three staves, and here the wheel,
and here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
which i am forbidden to see. i do not find
the hanged man. fear death by water.
i see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
thank you. if you see dear mrs. equitone,
tell her i bring the horoscope myself;
one must be so careful these days.


in your public life...

words that embody things that may be a part of you are "cabal, crystal, oblivion, potency, prophet, sentinel, sunset, tyrant, waterfall, whisper".

words that embody the causes of your circumstances are "head".

words that embody people or things in your periphery are "fortune, jupiter, outcast, pastry, physics, rapture, vigilante".


there is no occasion for sadness at the certainty of such recurring changes, and in this mood the happiness of the
present may be long enjoyed.

there's just something about the tigers and rain.
glad I brought my towel from yesterday.

(posted from my pre because i'm not a mac or a pc)

yes, they played this song between half-innings after valverde had successfully closed out the tenth and some of our best batters were due up.




it's hard to say why this means so much. but it does.