Engrossed in poetry on a Capitol Hill Saturday, at Seattle’s still-best bookshop.
For love of a Saturday cider.
Rainy-day reading and sipping at my local.
Kiss my ass, John Ashcroft: Part 74
Like a zillion other romantic losers with a Flannery O’Connor fixation and a total obliviousness to college as an “investment,” I squandered four years and every last tuition penny on a BA in English Literature. Given the lifetime earnings potential for English Lit grads, this degree firmly secures your future as the most highly-educated fool…