How many people are thinking of the last stanza of T.S. Elliot’s “The Hollow Men” these days?

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang  but a whimper.

I’m going to figure: a lot of us. Not that the world has ended.  Yet. [...]

The lil’ monkey and I are talking about time.  Thursday, Friday, Saturday; yesterday, today, tomorrow.  Past, present, future.  It grew out of a quip I’d made.  I had asked her to clean up a mess she’d made, and she said — brace yourself for a shock here — “I’ll do it tomorrow!”
I reply with something [...]

Text as written:
IF YOU WONT TO YOU CAN GO TO A CLUB WE OR HVEN TO NIT/ THE CLUB IS NOW THIS CLUB IS ABOWT CHAGEEN THE THIINGS THAT MAC PEEPOS LIVS HRD CIDS ONLY
Text, translated & punctuated:
If you want to, you can go to a club we are having tonight. The club is now. [...]

Yes, it’s a 1950-some-odd California Highway Patrol car. In downtown Copenhagen. (November 2005)
Since my last post here, much ado at the UN Climate Change Conference: roundup for day 10.  And here, “UN conference gearing up for make-or-break finale.”

A city dog takes in the scene along Strandvejen, north of downtown Copenhagen. (November 2005)
UN Climate Change Conference roundups, day eight and day nine.

Woman hazarding a cameraphone photo of the swing chair, Tivoli Gardens, Copenhagen (November 2005).
Definitely not black & white. More like black & color.
UN Climate Change Conference roundups since my last links thereto: Day four, day five, day six, day seven.

Part four in what just might balloon up to a two-week stroll through the LD photo archives, Copenhagen sub-file. I just couldn’t hold off posting something of the lil’ monkey.  Here, she is doing her darndest to see out from underneath some spiffy hat of mine that has since become lost. As have so, so [...]

This here’s a pleached allé on Hambros Alle, in the  neighborhood we stayed in. It ends in the Øresund, the strait separating Denmark from Sweden.  We walked by this many days, and every time I wanted to stand in the crosswalk and stare and stare and stare, into eternity, or if not eternity, then at [...]