Saturday, November 22, 2008

If you are anything like me (and believe me these days I would recommend anything but) then your heart races a little faster every time you hear that creaky little voice coming from the mighty and deadpan Ms. Sarah Vowell...

So as I debate whether allergies or closed coffin-like rooms are more palatable, and whether it would be annoying for people if I eat a LOT of nachos at the movies tonight, I find my very own Quantum of Solace by trawling the web for the lady that makes me look so much less nerdy than I am accused of being.

Why am I bringing this up? Well, this is my version of shouting off the rooftops, so bear with me, because I need there to be something worth shouting about these days.

It all started when I fell for her book Assassination Vacation, which was just the right amount of history, hilarity and quirky self revelation to hook me for life. Now she has The Wordy Shipmates which I am waiting for audible.com to make available already. You see, I have been dying to know about the Puritans, but have been wanting someone to tell me about them in a way that won't make me want to die.

ok enough personal memoir, here are some of her articles:
The Pessimism Deficit
When Bush Falls in Love

Yes, I bet some of you were thinking that if I were going to talk about matters of the heart I was going to bring up Potter Stewart again, my sexiest man ever to have graced the supreme court crush... Well you were right. Potter Stewart. There.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

There must be some love stories left in the world after all... And then there are those loves you wish could be explained... And still other pleasures you wish didn't sound like this.

I guess we'll be seeing everyone Tuesday on that lawn we all know so well..

Have a peek at The Crisis and What to Do About it, by George Soros in the NYRB

If you feel like hunting for expensive art pieces that will be left out for free all around the city then get yourself to London... Or just enjoy them and leave them where they are for others to enjoy too.

And I leave you with Rilke..

Every single angel
is terrible!
And since that's the case
I choke back my own
dark Birdcall
My sobbing...
...Strange
To wish wishes no longer.
Strange
to see things
that seemed to
belong together
floating in every
direction.
...Is the old tale pointless
That tells how music began
in the midst of the mourning...
Duino Elegies