hosaa's blog

If all the world's a stage, somebody's got to be the audience.

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Arise, Jeeves!

›
Normally I’d only reminisce about Edward Duke on the anniversary of his birth (June 17), but ‘tis the season of my “Jeeves” reflections, ig...
1 comment:
Saturday, December 30, 2023

Books of My Year, 2023

›
It was a big year for my Shakespeare reading, only coincidentally because it was the 400th anniversary of the publication of the First Folio...
Sunday, December 24, 2023

Saving Rolfe, or: Reclaiming a Stolen Heart

›
 Clarence the Angel’s Final “Wonderful Life” Adventure? FADE IN. EXT. Heavenly Way Station (or is it a “weigh” station?) It’s a dark and st...
Sunday, November 12, 2023

Detecting More Art

›
Continuing a casual habit of inspecting the art work used as set decoration in films and television, I've grabbed a couple of interestin...
Thursday, June 15, 2023

Man of My Dreams

›
 For Edward Duke, who would have been 70 on June 17. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud to be a member in good standing of the U.S. branch of The...
1 comment:
Monday, March 27, 2023

Shadow's Revelation

›
  The sunrise cast the same framing shadows this morning that it did two years ago, in the picture above. It suddenly struck me why I never ...
Friday, March 17, 2023

Plastic Tree

›
In what had been a bit of a pandemic-induced homebound obsession, I found myself staring out my window frequently, seeking as much nature to...
1 comment:
‹
›
Home
View web version

About Me

hosaa
HOSAA = (rhymes with mimosa) his/her own self, and all. Or, in Pashto, "comfortable, resting."
View my complete profile
Powered by Blogger.