The only important news, as I write toward the end of the Labor Day weekend — and how nice that it’s good news all round — is that New Orleans has declined to give an assist to the body-blowed Republican Party by succumbing to Gustav. The only succumbing that Americans are interested in at the moment occurred some time ago in the family of Alaskans by the name of Palin. (more…)
In case you’re not interested in reading about this nonpareil memoir by Miranda Seymour, you can jump to the happy ending: she owns the joint now, and will be happy to rent Thrumpton Hall to you — for weddings, meetings, or even a short family visit.
¶ Matins: This entry was supposed to be a straightforward re-introduction to the canonical hours that serve, here at The Daily Blague, as a framework for everyday links. We took a summer break; now we’re back. Keep reading, if you’re interested, for a bit of bloghstory. Even if you don’t, have a great Labor Day!