archives for Saturday 19 May 2007
always the end of the music must be awaited
Saturday 19 May 2007 | I like a cookie
My father decided that what the Brujo and I really needed, presumably to keep us from wandering lost in the Sonoran, was a GPS unit. In the package also were, inexplicably, these extremely Teutonic instructions for the assemblage of an authentic Black Forest cuckoo clock (did my parents actually purchase one of these? or did [...]
