You may have noticed (though of course you're excused if you haven't) that the frequency and quality of TwilightTree posts have been declining of late. Alas, with the unexpected chance of full-time work and half my friends getting married (okay, two of them), I've been giving my time to other priorities.
I think, therefore, it's time to take a break. Don't fret, though; this isn't goodbye. I do like blogging. But I like to be able to do it properly, and I've really been cutting corners this summer. So I am going to take a blogging vacation, and you may expect to see me again, refreshed and renewed, with quality pictures and useful tutorials and whatever else it is I do around here.
And I will not leave you bereft! As a parting gift, here is a poem I wrote last week but couldn't put on the blog because I was overcome with shyness. But now... why worry? If anyone is offended, I won't be here to know about it!
For Trevelyan and Fawaaz, who began the rhymes
Welcome, welcome to Café Dictator.
From Louis to Vader I’ve catered to all.
Young Alex the Greater,
Old Sulla the traitor,
They’ve whined and they’ve dined in this hallowed hall.
They come for the fish—
It’s my signature dish—
Just ask Mr. Stephen the waiter.
I’ve flayed and filleted her
And later I’ll plate her
To serve with a side
Of some fried green tomaters.
I’ve served Mr. Il, who is partial to eel,
Though Franco is fonder of gator.
I always stock blini to serve Mussolini,
A big salad platter for Rome’s Imperator
(who nevertheless just gets fatter and fatter)
And roots in the cellar each fall
‘Cause Stalin has fallen in love with my ‘taters
And carrots and onions make Amin stand straighter.
They all find their way to me sooner or later,
These men who hold so many nations in thrall.
The food is delicious,
The clients malicious,
And we serve it MY way at Café Dictator.
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