By Paisley Rekdal
I'm no moaning bluet, mountable
linnet, mumbling nun. I'm
tangible, I'm gin. Able to molt
in toto, to limn. I'm blame and angle, I'm
lumbago, an oblate mug gone notable,
not glum. I'm a tabu tuba mogul, I'm motile,
I'm nimble. No gab ennui, no bagel bun-boat: I'm one
big mega-ton bolt able to bail
men out. Gluten iamb. Male bong unit.
I'm a genial bum, mental obi, genital
montage. I'm Agent Limbo, my blunt bio
an amulet, an enigma. Omit elan. Omit bingo.
Alien mangle, I'm glib lingo. Untangle me,
tangelo. But I'm no angel.
Younger son had the World History AP exam this morning and older son slept till noon, so I had a quiet morning catching up on stuff. Then when younger son got home, we all went to pick up
But speaking of Sherlock, and without spoilers, I just want to say that the season finale of Elementary encapsulates all the reasons I enjoy that show so much more. I've heard the argument that Miller's Holmes is less Conan Doyle's than Cumberbatch's Holmes, and that may be true, but Conan Doyle didn't envision a Holmes living in a world where mobile phones and airplanes were commonplace, so it's hard to speak authoritatively on how he'd write a world where women have the same legal, political, educational, and financial power (at least in principle) as men and how his central character would treat women in that world. The version of a particular guest character in Elementary -- one whom I liked much better in the Guy Ritchie Victorian films than Sherlock -- is quite memorable and well-played, and I can't sing the praises of Lucy Liu's Watson enough. Holmes may be the genius but Watson is the character we're supposed to relate to, so having this particular Watson makes me happy in so many ways.
Some sheep and lambs from the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival a couple of weekends ago: