Monthly Archives: September 2003

Dante Gabriel Rosetti, who loved wombats dearly it seems, also apparently produced this quatrain when forced away from his pet and onto a family vacation: “Oh how the family affections combat Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat Can peace be gained until […]

I have a problem. It’s a weird problem, but I have this feeling that it’s probably a problem lots of people wrestle with, and don’t say anything about because it’s a weird, awkward, uncomfortable sort’ve thing. Whenever I paint someone of another race–I’m a nondescript white chick–I worry that I am doing some horribly stereotypical […]

I woke up this morning feeling good. I had a strange and twisted nightmare about–oddly enough–having nightmares–there was something called “the grapevine dream” that was going around that drove you nuts or freaked you out or something. (Possibly you were attacked by the California Raisins.) But then it segued into vague dreams about being a […]

“WOMBAT” by Ogden Nash The wombat lives across the seas, Among the far Antipodes. He may exist on nuts and berries, Or then again, on missionaries; His distant habitat precludes Conclusive knowledge of his moods, But I would not engage the wombat In any form of mortal combat. Part of a great page sent to […]