Somehow, Cleveland has survived, with her gray banner unfurled -- the banner of Archangelsk and Detroit, of Kharkov and Liverpool -- the banner of men and women who would settle the most ignominious parts of the earth, and there, with the hubris born neither of faith nor ideology but biology and longing, bring into the world their whimpering replacements.
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READIN
READIN started out as a place for me
to keep track of what I am reading, and to learn (slowly, slowly)
how to design a web site.
There has been some mission drift
here and there, but in general that's still what it is. Some of
the main things I write about here are
reading books,
listening to (and playing) music, and
watching the movies. Also I write about the
work I do with my hands and with my head; and of course about bringing up Sylvia.
The site is a bit of a work in progress. New features will come on-line now and then; and you will occasionally get error messages in place of the blog, for the forseeable future. Cut me some slack, I'm just doing it for fun! And if you see an error message you think I should know about, please drop me a line. READIN source code is PHP and CSS, and available on request, in case you want to see how it works.
See my reading list for what I'm interested in this year.
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posted afternoon of Saturday, August 4th, 2012 ➳ More posts about Music
I first heard Bruce Cockburn's music on a cassette tape of Stealing Fire that Ellen had when we started dating. That was right after she had come back from Nicaragua and I remember we listened to it (a whole lot) as much for the rebellious spirit of it as for its musical beauty. Somehow have not thought of this song in a long time, and am glad to have it crop up uninvited in my memory this morning.
At The Crib Sheet, Domingos Isabelinho posts a conversation between W.J.T. Mitchell and Art Spiegelman, verging from Is there a philosophy of comix? to What the fuck happened to comix?
