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Congratulations to my brother-in-law, who just got a new job as a chef at, yes, The Grazing Goat, on New Quebec Street in London.
I would like to think my constant support for the ol’ capra aegagrus hircus helped in some way. Goat karma definitely goes around.
If you are in London, please give it a try and pay a compliment to the new chef, Brother-in-Law-Tragos.

Congratulations to my brother-in-law, who just got a new job as a chef at, yes, The Grazing Goat, on New Quebec Street in London.

I would like to think my constant support for the ol’ capra aegagrus hircus helped in some way. Goat karma definitely goes around.

If you are in London, please give it a try and pay a compliment to the new chef, Brother-in-Law-Tragos.

My Dad and I in Kapadokya.
I know. We should be better than this. The photo couldn’t be helped.
Mrs. Tragos and I are back from a week out and about. My Dad and Uncle came to visit us in Turkey. We took them up and down the Bosporus in Istanbul, back to our place in Ankara, and then off to Kapadokya, land of hot air balloons, fairy chimney rock formations, and, apparently Turkish viagra.
We had just pseudo-spelunked through a network of caves and tunnels that form an ancient (as in Hittite and Roman) underground city where people used to hide from invaders for months at a time. The engineering feats—rock-disk wheels that open only from the inside; fake wells that serve as air ducts; cook fires and kitchens whose fumes dissipate before being seen above ground; sewage systems; water supply systems—made modern hubris a sillier and self-indulgent thing.
More reports to follow when I have slept a bit.

My Dad and I in Kapadokya.

I know. We should be better than this. The photo couldn’t be helped.

Mrs. Tragos and I are back from a week out and about. My Dad and Uncle came to visit us in Turkey. We took them up and down the Bosporus in Istanbul, back to our place in Ankara, and then off to Kapadokya, land of hot air balloons, fairy chimney rock formations, and, apparently Turkish viagra.

We had just pseudo-spelunked through a network of caves and tunnels that form an ancient (as in Hittite and Roman) underground city where people used to hide from invaders for months at a time. The engineering feats—rock-disk wheels that open only from the inside; fake wells that serve as air ducts; cook fires and kitchens whose fumes dissipate before being seen above ground; sewage systems; water supply systems—made modern hubris a sillier and self-indulgent thing.

More reports to follow when I have slept a bit.

Family Times

My little brother (age 22):
I'm tired, man, I stayed up watching your downloads and stuff...

Me:
Downloads? Erm, Tragos?

Tragos (my husband):
The bestiality and necrophilia? because most of it's that...

My little brother:
Urghhh, no I...You're married to my sister!

Tragos:
Just necrophilia?

My little brother:
Nooo! Why are you married to him?

Tragos:
Dead on dead?

Me:
Not much action, just great stills...

My little brother:
Argh!! When am I going home?

by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close…

Theodore Roethke’s sister was my Mom’s high school English teacher. I fact I discovered only this year.