Jr. Shroud heard the signals through the Zenith. To look into the box from its vented backside was to peer upon mystic vaccuum tubes, amber and gold like the mead in Beowulf's den of old.
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Backporch Poesy June 2016
Reading from three favorite poetry anthologies on the back porch on June 17 (anniversary of Watergate breakin!) The three tomes are 1-Th...
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10 am - Listen to John Faney - write poem 5pm - I pick the horse that places, Art Sherman's SceneStealer. 7 pm - Cook Japane...
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Jack White & Didley Bo UNDER CONSTRUCTION - The Information by James Gleick starts with Claude Shannon and his 1948 paper, and that...
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