- David Halberstam, The Fifties
- Richard Howard, Alone with America
- Jeff Schmidt, Disciplined Minds
- Helen Vendler, Soul Says
- Thomas Pynchon, Mason & Dixon
- Antonio Gramsci, The Prison Notebooks
- Jesus de Nazaret, Las Palabras (mistakenly ordered in Spanish)
- Fodor's New York City 1999
- Deborah Solomon, Utopia Parkway: the Life and Work of Joseph Cornell
- Ruth Rendell, The Crocodile Bird
Saturday, January 31, 2009
A short list of books I have on my shelves that I have not yet read.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Fun stuff because I love y'all.
And second of all, because I read fashion blogs, I found this for you: Aretha Franklin Is Not Sure if She Can Bear to Give 'The Hat' to the Smithsonian. Better than that: "The Hat" photoshopped onto Stephen Colbert and Karl Rove and assorted dogs:
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Lost and found.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Oh my gosh, no internet.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Conversation with singing son.
M Isaac: What are you posting that I ain't got no status or that I sang for the lechislatyour
Writing writing writing writing writing: a report.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Agenda for this week.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The historian, it's your birthday, happy birthday, the historian.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Elizabeth Alexander explains what poetry is to Stephen Colbert.
Props to Professor Pulitzer Yale: well done!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
It is time to lie down,
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
A moment and some words.
"The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness."
Monday, January 19, 2009
Things that make you feel better.
- having delicious homemade cake laying around.
- a dog that wags his whole body when you come home.
- having the chance to talk to your daughter while driving all the way down to Provo and all the way home.
- making a toddler smile.
- doughnuts for the drive home.
- having tickets to a concert but not wanting to leave the house, but going anyway and having a great time.
- finding out that your four-year-old granddaughter in Scotland has taken a picture of you when you were having a webchat.
- having a dinner that consists of toast. Lots of toast.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
"The longer you sleep, the better off you are, the less susceptible you are to colds," said lead author Sheldon Cohen, who studies the effects of stress on health at
Pittsburgh's . Prior research has suggested that sleep boosts the immune system at the cell level. This is the first study to show small sleep disturbances increasing the risk of getting sick, said Dr. Michael Irwin. Carnegie Mellon University
The people who slept less than seven hours a night in the weeks before they were exposed to the virus were three times more likely to catch a cold than those who slept eight hours or more. and finally
Sleeping fitfully also was tied to greater risk of catching a cold. Those who tossed and turned more than 8 percent of their time in bed were five times more likely to get sick than those who were sleepless only 2 percent of the time.
So: if you sleep seven hours, you're basically saying to the virus, I want you for my very own. Sleeping fitfully? It's like a mating dance you're doing for the virus. And the advice of the experts: "The message is to maintain regular sleep habits because those are really critical for health," Irwin said.
No, let me just repeat that in case you missed its perspicacity, and in a larger font size, and indented:
"The message is to maintain regular sleep habits because those are really critical for health," Irwin said.
Oh, thank you. How very helpful. I will telepathically communicate my gratitude for this advice to the researchers tonight, while I'm tossing and turning during my less than eight hours of sleep.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The tome: a consideration, and other items.
- on the one hand, a long book that's a good book has more goodness to love;
- on the other hand, my wrists sometimes hurt after I've read twenty-five pages.
- On the one hand, who does not relish her appointment to spend an hour or two in the company of a splendid work of literature?
- On the other hand, why is said work of literature so unwieldy?
- On the one hand, reading a wonderful book for a little moment before falling asleep is one of the great pleasures of the reading life, but
- on the other hand, fitting this book in bed with myself, my pillow, and my husband (not to mention my dog for awhile before we usher him out and turn out the lights) is a feat that might require technical drawings and perhaps the services of a time-motion expert to perform properly.
- mix some roasted tomatoes, which you have tucked away in your freezer, in with the squash.
- Then give a couple of good glugs of olive oil.
- Rip some fresh mozzarella up into the mix, about a pound;
- crumble some ricotta salata in there too.
- Stir till it's all well acquainted.
- Crumble a little more ricotta salata on the top and
- bake for awhile at 350 degrees.
- Take your dog for a walk.
- Come home and eat a delicious and wholesome dinner which will make you feel like a homemaking genius.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
You say it's your birthday.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
This will fix what is wrong with your life.
Monday, January 12, 2009
The facts about today.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Poem vs. me: round 1357.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Movie reviews, sorted.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Is Jim Carrey insufferable?: The Court hears the arguments.
For the prosecution, enter the attorney, Sir Poncey Impeccable, Esq. For the defense, Sr. Olaf "Ace" Ipkiss.
Yes Man, out this month, is Carrey’s latest existential parable. If, as has been speculated, Hans Christian Andersen and Søren Kierkegaard shared a libertine moment in the salons and cellars of 19th-century Copenhagen, they could have brainstormed this movie over drinks. Carrey plays Carl Allen, an office drone and cautious Cuthbert who abruptly starts saying “Yes!” to everything—Korean lessons, cans of Red Bull, love, and life itself. This impulsive assent to existence is characteristically presented in the form of a gift/curse, laid upon Carrey, in this case, by a New Age positivity guru played by Terence Stamp. (The tie-in with Red Bull is a brilliant stroke, of course—no other legal product so generously extends the promise of turning you, if only for half an hour, into Jim Carrey.)
Finally, delivering the coup de grace, Ipkiss returns to the Atlantic piece:
Carrey is the single performer at his level who seems as though he’d be as happy in a Samuel Beckett play as in a summer blockbuster. Beckett would have dug him, I think—the wintry Irishman liked his clowns, the more existential the better. Mask-faced Buster Keaton turned down the role of Lucky in a 1956 production of Waiting for Godot, but nine years later Beckett managed to corral him into an almost-silent film called Film. It’s a bleak little work, not unexpectedly—Keaton scurries rodent-like by city walls, his porkpie hat in place but his face scarved and averted, ducking from the glances of passersby and pausing only to take his own pulse. Rare is the Carrey movie that doesn’t feature some comparable scene of evasion or solitary, self-diagnosing crisis.
And what a Lucky he would make! One can see him shuffling, hangdog, compressed, with the rope around his neck, then erupting out of nowhere into Lucky’s famous semi-Pentecostal speech: “… A personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions …” “Mêlée, final vociferations,” wrote Beckett in the stage directions. It’s Carrey in excelsis. Perhaps he could deliver it out of his ass.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature.*
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
The Organize Yourselves, Prepare Every Needful Thing Report.
- reorganize all my books.
- probably buy new bookshelves for downstairs.
- take stuff down from the closet in my study and get rid of it.
- perhaps follow running son's advice, in response to my own dithering that maybe I would have to make an arbitrary decision, like getting rid of everything that's brown: "hope you can get organized and possibly get rid of some things, perhaps your magazines need to go? You already have way too many. Get rid of pink before brown, brown is a better color, nonetheless good luck on figuring that stuff out."
- actually sort through my clothes instead of just putting them away. Although putting things away is a good start.
- accept the fact that all the artifacts of all my projects and activities cannot fit into one room, and therefore, I will have to move things from here to there and from there to here. (It is shocking to me how much I need to just put things away. What am I, in kindergarten?)
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Back to work.
- Give some books and/or cds away.
- Give a whole bunch of clothes and shoes away.
- Ruthlessly get rid of a LOT of paper artifacts. Maybe without even looking at them. Much.
- Move the big chair where the desk is and vice versa.
- Contemplate how things got to this state of affairs. Try to do this without sinking into despair.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Liberty Park Snow Day from lisab on Vimeo.
Friday, January 02, 2009
The week in movies.
- I've Loved You So Long
- Seven Pounds
- Marley & Me