From the foolscap:
Here again now at last. Bravely.
The inherent arrogance of extravagance.
Epistemology. The ology of knowledge and knowing.
Hammering an anvil for a decent description of how goes the world.
Emapathy: a Wendyism for feeling like you get another’s lack of interest.
Yes, okay, right, of course, good.
Ecstasy, and another chemical state of mind known as euphoria.
This, while the world is happening.
A longstanding couple who endure a rancorous marriage. They call it ‘their disaster’ and each secretly relishes that things aren’t simple between them.
Olivine. A green rock that absorbs CO2.
Einstein would be 135 were he alive today.
The brief detective. Who, demoted to desk duty, never leaves his desk except to see to the coffee and to go to the washroom. He answers the precinct phone, deals with walk-ins. His name is Larry.
Explanations one can live without.
Illuminations and the fake believe.
There is sweet Cynthia. On her first year of college and already among the most frequently requested escorts on an online boudoir catering to wealthy johns who’d prefer their identities remain anonymous, of course, and their credit card transactions be listable as necessary business expenses. Meaning Cynthia collects her tuition (and a fair bit more) in the form of consultancy fees (for her expertise in administrative assistance).
What about Rod and Tori, the husband-wife real estate agents, specializing in time shares and, outside of work, or rather as an extension of work, bedding as many clients as possible in the execution of the game they play with one another in order to keep their marriage exciting.
Eidos, as in the Greek root essential to eidolon and eidetic, but presumably not eider ducks (or their collected downs).
That actor who once played a supporting role in a long-running TV drama during the aughts, and is now a famously unknown fool in numerous commercials.
Mountains are nice, but when feet stuck in mire being atop one is probably not much on mind.
The encroaching normalization of pretty much everything.
That this culture deems it weak to have doubts. Thus the rise in fuck-if-I-care attitude, commonly mistaken for confidence?
Egalitarians. Breathing among us.
People behind scenes.
Interlopers & miscreants.
A child insisting spiders have noses.
Eons. The time it takes. To. Get. Things. (Done.)
The Countess whose driver, Dave, scoots her about in his beat-up conifer-green minivan.
Exactly as it should be.
Antantagonism. Wendy’s wonder of antagonism in the Southern Hemisphere.
Eudora Welty (105). Ernest (115). e.e. (120).
The physics of consistency.
Seemingly random thoughts and other ephemera that pass for daily amusement.
Recalling the botanical name of plants seen in passing.
The license plate game: 005, a white Mazda hatchback; 006, a burgundy Eurovan; 007, an aquamarine K car (in remarkably good shape); 008, a matte black Cadillac Escalade.
Elections and casting ballots. To the wind?
Giving people what they want, and making them pay for it.
Euonymus alatus. Burning bush. (Not the burning bush though.)
The Global Seed Vault on Svalbard, a Norwegian island.
Emery, the old guy in the senior’s home who pisses everywhere in his apartment but the toilet.
How I love to be called babe by Wendy.
Eschscholzia californica. An orange poppy.
The very idea of creating a god.
Envisioning a world outside your own.
The Philae lander landing on Comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko. (Apologies for the inconvenience.)
Eidelon. Genus of megabats.
Marjoree Plithers, patron of the Arts, and her stroppy son Zachary, 14, who’d rather be anywhere else than attending an opera or a ballet with his mother.
Earth. The planet and the stuff beneath our feet.
The daft leading the indifferent.
Erosion of control.
Sowing what you know.
Errors in communication.
Fresh grass shimmering in morning sun.
Ending the game.
The whole point here again now at last being no. Or was it yes?