what the brother said...
Sunday, January 25, 2004
has a birthday today...The
Scilly Isles were turning bluish; and suddenly blue, purple, and
green flushed the sea; left it grey; struck a stripe which vanished;
but when Jacob had got his shirt over his head the whole floor
of the waves was blue and white, rippling and crisp, though now
and again a broad purple mark appeared, like a bruise; or there
floated an entire emerald tinged with yellow. He plunged. He gulped
in water, spat it out, struck with his right arm, struck with
his left, was towed by a rope, gasped, splashed, and was hauled
Friday, January 23, 2004
so... some students had the idea that...
since i was having trouble finding an appropriate graphic device
for my front page
put their mugs up... so... a few posed today... and i'll post
them... with their permission... in some kind of random sequence...
i have fiddled with all of them in photoshop... so the quality
of the picture should in no way be taken for the quality of the
actual factual face...
'Captain Kangaroo' dies
Keeshan, who gently entertained and educated generations of children
as television's walrus-mustachioed Captain Kangaroo, died Friday
lots of time...
back in the day... passed in this guy's presence... i thought
he'd be much older... ninety, at least...
accompli I associate
narrative structure with predictable outcomes,
when the outcomes are predictably unpredictable. The
predictable outcomes become for the practiced viewer
we are all now incredibly practiced viewers) the more
the endings have to become, in their soon to
predictable ways. (nick piombino)
look what happens here in this from Jacob's
"But the Daily
Mail isn't to be trusted, " Jacob said to himself, looking
about for something else to read. And he sighed again, being indeed
so profoundly gloomy that gloom must have been lodged in him to
cloud him at any moment, which was odd in a man who enjoyed things
so, was not much given to analysis, but was horribly romantic,
of course, Bonamy thought, in his rooms in Lincoln's Inn.
this seamless drift from Jacob
to Bonamy... from Jacob thinking about the newspaper to Bonamy
thinking about Jacob... nothing but perception itself is stable
in this book's world... a weekend assignment for ap lit... compose
three pieces like this... that drift...
looks like a really good spot.
i really hate when it's late at night
and i take a lot of time to type up a message to the wendell berry
group and i send it off... only to realize that my email has...
once again... reset itself (?)... and i've lost all my settings...
and none of my mesages go through... i really hate when that happens...
Thursday, January 22, 2004
also been trying to think of a favorite
passage for the current business over at the
wendell berry group
... there are a few... we'll see...
Rules of the Game
came today and i watched it tonight... to
my untrained eye, criterion has done a great job... sure beats
the old tape i've been watching for years... it's such a gently
and all the
supplementary features make it a class in a box... i've barely
scratched the surface... loved renoir's "rotten culture"
comments in his intro...
never watch movies on thursday nights... i've always got school
work... but tonight was a little different... i think i know what's
happening in class tomorrow... so i took a deep breath and popped
in the dvd...
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
loren at In
a Dark Time
is thinking about one of my favorites, Sherman
happy birthday suzanne
today might be Leadbelly's
... a quick scan of google gives at least three different
dates: 1.29.85, 1.20.89, 1.21.88 (and last night i think i stumbled
onto two or three others)... at any rate, leadbelly's cool and
probably deserves three or five birthdays...
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
worldlit turned in their brief papers
on Siddhartha... and... i was struggling to determine what's next...
we need to get into HoD and TFA... but i'm aweary of them now...
another 150 pages of Midnight's Children is due in a week... so
that's their big reading (and mine) i guess... so... i begin showing
Pather Panchali... to continue the india theme... how do i get
out of india? perhaps there is no way out... but then... slip
on over to Africa for a bit... after we do MC, of course... next
week... and more writing... we will all write much more this quarter...
tonio has written an
exceptionally clear consideration of depression and suicide
one of the best i (who... thankfully... have never been in that
whale's belly) have ever read...
Monday, January 19, 2004
responds to the believer/atkinson/yasusada/hoax thingy:The best way to respond to
a hoax is to "hoax more, hoax without remission." So
Rufus Grattius put it. (Akin, I suppose, to Oscar Wilde's dictum,
a favorite of mine: "To stay young, what one must needs do
is continue uninterruptedly and repeatedly to commit the follies
of youth." Akin, too, to Henry Adams's singular admission,
as a writer of history, that "the worst lives were the candid.")
American flags belong in Catholic churches?In some Catholic parishes, of course, the flag
has always been around, placed in a corner of the sanctuary or
flying in front of the church building. For some Catholics, seeing
the flag in church joins God and country-the way they should be-while
for others, flags in church represent an abhorrent marriage of
nationalism and faith.
: The USA
Bishops Committee on the Liturgy document Environment and Art
in Catholic Worship  advised us for years saying in paragraph
the art and decoration of the liturgical space will be that of
the local culture, identifying symbols of particular cultures,
groups, or nations are not appropriate as permanent parts of the
liturgical environment. While such symbols might be used for a
particular occasion or holiday, they should not regularly constitute
a part of the environment of common prayer.
The current document on liturgical
art and norms for the United States, Built on Living Stones, does
not address the issue at all.
this piece... part's beati mundo corde...
(no... it's not by arvo part...just some lovely generic church
chant... i guess... the album is ikos) folds itself up
just as i'm finishing jacob's room... just as jacob dissolves...
like the voices here
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