I just learned today of the existence of this extraordinarily beautiful, big, graceful, intelligent and docile kind of horse, called Friesian; much favored in the film industry ('tis said) on account of their great presence and beauty, and also because they are so calm and resilient that the chaotic business of filming them does not faze or freak them out. Anyway, just look at them go! The smoothest, most elegant gait I've ever seen in a horse. Friesians are now styled "light draft," but historically they were valued as war horses, able, because of their size and strength, to bear knights in full armor. Still, I'd like one just to ride.
And/but nearly I forgot, today is the 73rd anniversary of the atomic bombing of the blameless citizens of Hiroshima, a day which certainly does live in infamy.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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