Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

joy joy..

Mark you calendars.. January 5th, the new edition will be out..

and all I can think about is the New Yorker's account of Comforts claw hand and gun powder.. YICKS!!!

"he became convinced that he could concoct a superior version of gunpowder. He blew off much of his left hand. By the time he was finished with his experiments, his thumb was the only remaining digit"

1 comment:

Young Werther said...

*Clicking* on the slides...

Oh, it's good that he's still got his thumb otherwise he could be in a bit of strife with Homeland Security :)