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Natural history, a literary form that's sadly on the fringe of most readers' literary landscapes, is still practiced by a few quality writers. One of these writers is Barry Lopez.

I've read several of Lopez's other works -- Arctic Dreams, Crossing Open Ground, Winter Count, Field Notes -- all of these illustrate Lopez's fluid, balanced narrative voice and deep appreciation for the scientific and mystical aspects of human experience.

While most natural histories focus ...

SPOILER WARNING: Ruth is fine. Victim of overkill at the Base Hospital. Thank you all for the notes and concerns. This blog is the voyage thereof. She'll be out Monday--just waiting for a stress test and being monitored as precautionary measures.

Let's see where did we leave off now:

The deal with helping out Brandy carry on the traditional blood feud with Michigan by way of pizza and screaming at flat TV screens had a couple of snags to it. Her original plan ...

I would bring the death of your Novembers
stalking through markets for tears
to bring forth to you,
empty out your bed of flowers
and mock the song of birdsong by the porch
with a long drawn sigh, after many whiskeys.

And against the calm of dark night
I would spout venom and swear
at TV sitcoms
and slam doors.

From The Fall by Camus (I know, you never saw that coming )

No excuses ever, for anyone; that is my principle at the outset. I deny the good intention, the respectable mistake, the indiscretion, the extenuating circumstance. With me there is no giving of absolution or blessing.

Normally I hate going to the movies in the evening, because that is when all the people are there. Usually when I go to the theater it is the first showing of the day, when there is no one there. But my sister doesn't have time to go the movies anymore, except for when she comes up to visit so whenever she is here she always wants to go the movies, so we ended going to an evening show of 2012, and being a Saturday on top of that, it was really bad.

One of the things though that I ...