Now that I am fully vaccinated, I can look at this blog without feeling the creepies. My dissertation was on the figure of the virus in fiction. I suspected that we were long overdue for a new pandemic, and worried about the militarized uses as well. The end of the century came and went. I was super careful. Stayed home. Took precautions. Watched the country go through a lot of insanity, and it’s not over yet. But I had already…
I intended to write a blog post, but I have only managed to change out my blog template again and upload a bunch of rotating headers from my photo collection. Thanks for the readers who have continued to read posts while I have been on a rest from it. 🙂
Once in a while, it’s good to go random, just to see what the cosmos throws at’cha when you ask. Album: Hester Site – Them as You Speak
Seasons Greetings from Heidi (aka VirusHead), John, Ben and our cat Molly. Enjoy! [FB 10152332252735117]
Look! Look! Finally, a piece of documentation for my great-grandfather’s biergarten! Please comment if you have any stories about Schnitzler’s Grove.
Some prose is really poetry, isn’t it? “Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place. Nothing outside you can give you any place, he said. You needn’t look at the sky because it’s not going to open up and show no place behind it. You needn’t to…