1. Bookstore sales are a good thing. Bookstore sales with everything 30% off are especially good. And thus it was that I ended up this evening with Jasper Fforde’s The Eyre Affair, which several friends recommended; Cole Swensen’s Goest (the talk about it in the poetry blogosphere got me interested, but it was this poem […]
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Whoa. Just, whoa. Go listen to this Zauberflöte-singing parrot. (You know, for years I’ve lain awake wondering whether it would be possible to teach a bird to sing that aria. And now…and now the question has been answered. Thank you, Harrison!)
WTJU’s Sunday Opera Matinee has already prompted enough posts here that I’m instituting a “Sunday opera blogging” category just to talk about whatever’s being broadcast. I missed most of this afternoon’s broadcast, having spent a good part of today in transit back from a Thanksgiving visit to my native city. Getting there was something of […]
Via Library Girl, an exhibit at MIT that offers the perfect solution to the problem of "too many books, too little furniture": just turn your books into furniture. Note the reading lamp, the encyclopedia bench, and the quilt made out of pages. And with that, goodbye for now; I’m taking a holiday blogging break. See […]
Dear Mr. President, May I make a suggestion? If you’re genuinely interested in being a uniter, not a divider; if you want to appear to be more "compassionate"; and, in general, if you don’t want people to jeer at you — then maybe, just maybe, it might not be a good idea for part of […]
Via LISNews, a news item on a project of the kind I would love to be involved with someday: Mellon grant to fund project to develop data-mining software for libraries In his winning project, titled "Web-based Text-Mining and Visualization for Humanities Digital Libraries," Unsworth [John Unsworth, Dean of the School of Library and Information Science […]
Just a scribbling from a notebook the other day… Bricks last three lifetimes,maple leaves, a season; butboth are the same red. Once the leaves are gone,at last you see the ridge ofthe Blue Ridge Mountains. By each student’s doorlogs stacked forward and crossways;no chimneys smoke yet. [Footnote to the last one: the tiny single rooms […]
(continued from the previous post) My mother and I moved to Baltimore when I was four. We lived in Hampden, which had not yet been become artsy-bohemian and was still very blue-collar. I learned my new terrain street by street: first, our block with its steep slope and the tree that blew down in a […]
This is a kind of riff on a conversation going on in various places, most recently this post of Dr. B’s. Also, I’m still thinking about citizenship and what it means. This post is going to wander about and spill over into the next post. I like being alone. (Those of you who read this […]