Oh, I've been so busy; I am so busy ( Read more... )

Registration. I'm taking some required library courses- hopefully, more fulfilling than the ones I have had thus far (they really wouldn't have to strive hard to compete). I am taking cataloging with my favorite professor in the department- a delightful legally blind antiquarian book enthusiast with a longtime obsession with the 1914 ( Read more... )

25. Andrei Rublev- Andrei Tarkovsky, 1966 ( Read more... )

15. The Maltese Falcon- John Huston, 1941 ( Read more... )

George II has more than a few thorns in his side these days, and one of them, it seems, is Max Cleland, erstwhile senator of Georgia, unseated by the very red, very wealthy, very conservative Mr. Saxby Chambliss (hand-picked like a choice cherry by Karl Rove himself), whose campaign consisted of accusing Cleland of a lack of patriotism because he ( Read more... )

Bugger- he's decided to run, the solipsistic bastard. Bush and Cheney kicked their boot heels up and had an ice-cold Tecate yesterday, you can mark. I suppose all one can do is hope for a very strong democratic showing. Who would have thought that a mild-mannered citizen activist at 70 could be such a friend to the extremists of the world? ( Read more... )

I was getting all narcissistic and had Carl take this picture of me, as the old one I was using was feeling rather tired. At any rate ( Read more... )

I love Nader. I really do. I think his work in the seventies did great good and showed that ultimately, there is a place for truth in a capitalist society. He's a humanist who engaged in the world and did something (a la Milton), and we need more of his type. But he is being at best foolishly disingenuous- at worst shamefully dishonest- when he ( Read more... )

The MoveOn.org ad, pulled from the super bowl commercial lineup by the fascists at CBS, can be viewed here. An action which provides proof that there are no three single things taken together which so epitomize the American spirit: commercial sports, George W. Bush, and Janet's boob.

A passage from Joyce, on his birthday.
This is the famous "water passage" from Ithaca, the penultimate chapter in Ulysses. The chapter is in the form of a question and answer catechism. Our everyman, Bloom, turns on the spicket and because of the very literal mandate of the chapter's paradigm, we follow the water from its starting point in a lake ( Read more... )