Conlon Nancarrow was born one hundred years ago today. A friend asked me this morning what's with the birthdays, here are four reasons: (1) They mark time, (2) people need remembering - would you have thought of Sylvia Plath or Conlon Nancarrow today? (3) they're blogfodder, (4) they are somehow related to my obsession with maps. More Saturday Bleggalgazing: I had a Bryan Ferry birthday post teed up since Tuesday for release yesterday afternoon but I didn't want to so I didn't. This is significant to me and only me on multiple levels including but not limited to both the practice of my personal faith and, more or less significantly depending on what day it is, my blogwhoring. Oh, I deleted Rob Payne from my blogroll, he'd thought he'd killed his blog but no, it appeared twice at top of Because Right blogroll in past week hijacked, spammed, I sent him an email, at his request I've removed the zombie blog from the blogroll. So, the monthly reminder that if you are doing me a Kind and me not you, please let me know, and thanks for reading. Hey! if anyone got my WCW joke yesterday I didn't hear a heh. Here's a hint:
- Throw Arthur the coins in your pocket, please.
- The death of blogging.
- The progressive case against Obama.
- The case for Jill Stein.
- The locus of ownership has nothing to do with it.
- Speaking in memes.
- Krugman, whose obamapostasy will never be ready, taunts Ba'al.
- Richard Mourdock or Abu Hamza?
- Motherfucking crackers.
- Rightwing pig tells you the real problem with drones.
- Sideshow's links include someone I'm not related to but share a last name.
- Mt St Marys is $33K a year?
- Denis Johnson short story.
- Sylvia Plath born 80 years ago today.
- The Theory Generation.
- Throw WFMU the coins in your pocket, please.
- Looking for the Nancarrow I found and remembered this Lutoslawski; clicking on the Lutoslawski I found and remembered the Faure:
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
How are you handling the approach of Sandy? Seems to be a unique case with the cold front from the north and the warm air from the south. I haven't found a model that had an understanding of the effects of this scenario. Hope you guys stay strong through the weather.ReplyDelete
Thanks for good wishes. Rather than go to grocery to buy a year's worth of toilet paper I'm gonna go throw plastic at metal then watch United v Chicago.ReplyDelete
Here's hoping you all don't end up underwater, but in case yer snorkling 'neath the waves counting your year's worth of soggy toilet paper, hey, second place!ReplyDelete
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Not too many years ago, Bryan Ferry let slip (to an Italian interviewer, no less...if I recall) that he thought the Nazis really had a smart sense of style when it came to knowing how to dress. Not passing judgement, but for some reason I was never unsurprised to hear he said it.ReplyDelete
Re, blogdeath: If (arrrgh) Blogspot stats are to be taken as accurate, 90% of my traffic for the past 9 months only comes from Google image searches. Which I guess means that I just say "fuck it" should start a Tumblr instead. But no, death to the text-unfriendly.
And: I belong to the Theory Generation, but I can take it or leave it each time.