Reading via a link somewhere or other a defence of the negative review, which linked to something that cited David Eggers' much-cited plaint about criticism coming from 'a dank and dark place', which turns out, after some delving, to have emerged from an interview -
Which took place in 2000.

Last year, my dearios, I had occasion to read Eggers' The ( Read more... )

Maybe I am just incapable of appreciating some critical distinction here?

But can I be the only person who sees some incongruity in a person foaming away about the evils of pseudonymity and how people ought to stand up for and stand behind their words and opinions, who appears to have deleted or at least locked previously open LJ posts in which ( Read more... )

In spite of this, I am TOO going to have a powerpoint for my presentation on Friday.

A repeating loop of images of The Awful Effects of Onanism and of Horrendous Devices for the prevention thereof.

Because it's the last but one piece in a long day, and I want my audience *AWAKE*:

and crossing its legs.

*Pursues the hobgoblin of consistency with a ( Read more... )

And sometimes it's okay that things have no necessary connection.

(Has sudden thought that this may be a suitable occasion to trot out George Eliot's lovely candle/mirror/lamp metaphor from Middlemarch*.)

Was chatting to Scottish Colleague about a recent book drawing substantially on stuff in our collections and both of us copped to the feeling ( Read more... )

Email from Amazon.co.uk (some auto thing I guess) inciting me to go comment on my recent purchases.

Including the recent biography of pioneer gay rights activist, Edward Carpenter*.

Not enough Duh in the world.

*ETA: which is, and I boggle some more, ranked.

Lapdancing club owners try to resist attempts to reclassify them as 'sexual encounter establishments' for licensing purposes, so local residents would have a much greater say over whether such clubs should open: Sexual stimulation 'not in lap dancing business plan'

Yeah, sure: this is like the people who claimed they bought Playboy for the fiction ( Read more... )

At least once a week, usually, I avail myself of a short cut that passes behind University College Hospital.

And always, however inclement the weather (today is relatively mild, but I've seen this occurring even when there are gusting snow flurries) there will be little ones and twos and larger clusters of people huddled in nooks and corners, ( Read more... )

Back from Grayshott. Lovely time.

Just possibly the very best thing on this particular visit was the walks. Not only was Ludshott Common lovely, turning completely purple in places with the heather coming into flower (and by extreme coincidence, partner's flowers for my return include heather, isn't that something?), and the weather glorious (one ( Read more... )