I'm currently reading "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte, that lady painted up there. I'm about 1/3 of the way into it & this is my favorite passage so far:
"He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. He did not raise his to her often: a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers. They were too much absorbed in their mutual joy to suffer embarrassment."
Yesterday's New York Times featured an article about some new olde time soda fountains popping up across the country. Though none were mentioned, there has to be one somewhere around the Bay Area. Anyone? Anyone?
Make your reservations now! The world's first tickling spa is now open in Spain. I'm not sure if it's meant to relax or torture.
As I was imagining what the place must be like, Tex Avery's "Shhhh!" popped into mind; about a poor jittery man just trying to relax, despite the crazy folk in the room next door. It's based off of "The Laughing Record #1," originally from Okeh records, but can also be found on the cd "Only in America" from Arf! Arf! Productions.