Truckin’ Mike, I tend to describe Lapsang Souchong as tasting like a campfire. And yes, it is my kind of thing. Sorry it didn’t work out for you.
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Sorry Kent, it just wasn’t my cup of tea. 🙂 Thank you for the recommendation. The hunt for it was fun.
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Hi, Kent Peterson. I enjoyed your pages today. Re: Sturgeon’s Law, that “90% of everything is crap” – I always thought he was overstating the case. Maybe 70%; maybe more than half. My father used to say that “Hasta el libro mas peor tiene algo de valor…” – even the worst book has something of value in it. And where OTP is concerned, even on its very worst day, surely only 10% of it is crap? (And I know this is a heresy, but have you noticed how crap always looks better when it’s typed? And I’m not only referring to my poems, here. The fact that it’s typed using printed ink on real paper already makes something an interesting and aesthetically beautiful artefact. )
Happy New Year, everyone!
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Hear, hear, Catalina.
– dbd
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Happy New Year to All
Marina in Kelowna,
Your story strikes a nerve and reminds me of how I felt after my first wife died, however I had a business to tend so thoughts like that got quickly crowded out by other things.
Button on a String
I still remember playing with a big shiny black raincoat button on a string when I was very young. Get the button spinning and you’d hear it go –ssszzzZZZzzzsss—ssszzzZZZzzzsss—. Those were the simple days. As for the black chicks, we had chickens (Sussex Rangers) on the farm where I grew up and every now and then we’d get an all black chick. They grew up and laid eggs just as well as the brown ones.
Mike in Suquamish,
As for the flavor of Lapsang Souchong tea, I’ve heard it said that having a cup of regular tea and a cigarette at the same time leaves the same taste in your mouth. That being said, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I really enjoy Yorkshire Gold Tea from Taylors of Harrogate in Yorkshire, England
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Buttons on strings, cat’s cradle, window rattlers. No end to the creative power of a kid with cast offs. Yorkshire Gold: household staple. 😁
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Donkeybydaylight, great way to end a harrowing year with reflection on the poetry of Hirshfield and Gilbert. Kent, my husband likes all variations of black tea from Lapsang Souchong to Gunpowder.
Truckin’ Mike, I tend to describe Lapsang Souchong as tasting like a campfire. And yes, it is my kind of thing. Sorry it didn’t work out for you.
Sorry Kent, it just wasn’t my cup of tea. 🙂 Thank you for the recommendation. The hunt for it was fun.
Hi, Kent Peterson. I enjoyed your pages today. Re: Sturgeon’s Law, that “90% of everything is crap” – I always thought he was overstating the case. Maybe 70%; maybe more than half. My father used to say that “Hasta el libro mas peor tiene algo de valor…” – even the worst book has something of value in it. And where OTP is concerned, even on its very worst day, surely only 10% of it is crap? (And I know this is a heresy, but have you noticed how crap always looks better when it’s typed? And I’m not only referring to my poems, here. The fact that it’s typed using printed ink on real paper already makes something an interesting and aesthetically beautiful artefact. )
Happy New Year, everyone!
Hear, hear, Catalina.
– dbd
Happy New Year to All
Marina in Kelowna,
Your story strikes a nerve and reminds me of how I felt after my first wife died, however I had a business to tend so thoughts like that got quickly crowded out by other things.
Button on a String
I still remember playing with a big shiny black raincoat button on a string when I was very young. Get the button spinning and you’d hear it go –ssszzzZZZzzzsss—ssszzzZZZzzzsss—. Those were the simple days. As for the black chicks, we had chickens (Sussex Rangers) on the farm where I grew up and every now and then we’d get an all black chick. They grew up and laid eggs just as well as the brown ones.
Mike in Suquamish,
As for the flavor of Lapsang Souchong tea, I’ve heard it said that having a cup of regular tea and a cigarette at the same time leaves the same taste in your mouth. That being said, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I really enjoy Yorkshire Gold Tea from Taylors of Harrogate in Yorkshire, England
Buttons on strings, cat’s cradle, window rattlers. No end to the creative power of a kid with cast offs. Yorkshire Gold: household staple. 😁
Donkeybydaylight, great way to end a harrowing year with reflection on the poetry of Hirshfield and Gilbert. Kent, my husband likes all variations of black tea from Lapsang Souchong to Gunpowder.