That's funny, the throbulator was working fine when I bench tested it.

The weather forecast is woegeous. Imagine being stuck in a field in Galway with the wind and the rain lashing down.

The tapestrylike pictures have a sweetly personal poetry unlike the more anonymously stylized look of the exhibition’s other works.

They cracked heads, used Roland’s knife (its edge now dull) to pry open skulls, and removed the brains of their kill. These they put carefully aside, like a clutch of large gray eggs. By the time the last deer was debrained, Susannah’s fingers were so sore and swollen she could hardly bend them.