Today's blogpost is brought to you by the letter A
by Regina Pintor. You can enjoy more A things at her tumblr site
Meanwhile Edward Picot's piece Everybody I Can Think Of Who Has Died is a poignant mortality ritual.
I've always wanted to try writing hundreds of words from a dictionary on pebbles and then putting them in a pond so that those I've never heard of are deep under water, those I couldn't quite define are near the top, with those I use daily well above the water line. But that would take ages. Quicker just to write down the idea.