blue bloom is on the rye
Happy Bloomsday one and all. Our local festivity is at a downtown pub; I shall quaff porter. I shall wear my nerdy Joyce T-shirt if I can find it; I think it's at the bottom of the closet somewhere. One of my teachers in college said, "Joyceans are the Trekkies of the literary world. They carry potatoes around in their pockets. It's bizarre."