This is the inaugural installment of a recurring feature by OGIC that, like Terry’s “Almanac,” will provide profound or funny or otherwise arresting words–something I’d like to find in my next fortune cookie. Or, who knows, maybe something I have found in a fortune cookie. It will appear not daily, but as frequently or infrequently as fortune sees fit.
“On the way back to Tourves we drive past it again, Mont Sainte-Victoire. It looks bald, formidable, remote. It looks like it would kill you if you tried to paint it.”
Robert Cohen, Slate “Diary”