Sleeping subjects.
5000-year-old games.
Unremarkable men walk 40 miles for no particular reason. (Via Liz.)
Like Colleen, I'm excited for Sara Ryan's upcoming graphic novel!
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Showing posts with label walking. Show all posts
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Linkage
Trying to gear up for a run - have already curtailed notion of a long one, now just need to get myself out the door for something. Residual fatigue is an obstacle, and hay fever season is upon us; also, not as warm as one might think in April - but really all this just means that I am still very tired!
Miscellaneous linkage:
E. L. Konigsburg has died. I loved so many of her books so much, including the iconic Mixed-Up Files, but I think my two absolute favorites must have always been A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver (what an amazing title aside from everything else - though as someone who has recently felt a bit scathed by 1-star Amazon reviews, I feel slightly relieved to see the vitriol being spilled on this lovely book and its title!) and Father's Arcane Daughter, which I am sorry to see has been retitled My Father's Daughter in the reissue - one of the things I loved as a child about Konigsburg's books was that they made no concessions to imagined notions of children's vocabularies!
At the Guardian: Sebald on Rousseau, Wood/Sinclair/Macfarlane/Self on Sebald.
This is uncanny. (Via Charles. Whole site is very compelling.)
Best thing I saw on the internet this week. (Courtesy of my dad.)
Miscellaneous linkage:
E. L. Konigsburg has died. I loved so many of her books so much, including the iconic Mixed-Up Files, but I think my two absolute favorites must have always been A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver (what an amazing title aside from everything else - though as someone who has recently felt a bit scathed by 1-star Amazon reviews, I feel slightly relieved to see the vitriol being spilled on this lovely book and its title!) and Father's Arcane Daughter, which I am sorry to see has been retitled My Father's Daughter in the reissue - one of the things I loved as a child about Konigsburg's books was that they made no concessions to imagined notions of children's vocabularies!
At the Guardian: Sebald on Rousseau, Wood/Sinclair/Macfarlane/Self on Sebald.
This is uncanny. (Via Charles. Whole site is very compelling.)
Best thing I saw on the internet this week. (Courtesy of my dad.)
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
"V is the Velocipede"
Back at home and on the grid, after detours to Cambridge and Philadelphia. Finally sent out the long-overdue Austen essay yesterday evening: a considerable relief.
(I seem to have been operating at about 30% of usual horsepower, due to some combination of residual fatigue and other distractions. It is ridiculous that I let that piece take up so much time....)
Next up: final revision of The Magic Circle! I have a hard deadline of Thursday, June 28 for getting it to my editor; he'll then go through one more time and I'll do quick turnaround on any further suggestions around the 4th of July holiday. The quality of his comments is really exceptional, and I have already said here that I feel he almost deserves a co-author credit, given how many good ideas he's given me. So: ten days of work, counting today. What I did first today at the library was to go through all of his pages of notes along with the manuscript itself, fixing the 80% of stuff that's minor and marking remaining points that will require more attention. This evening, I will do some pondering. Tomorrow I'll get started again properly at the beginning, with bulk of energy devoted to really significantly revamping the final section, which still isn't quite working.
Saw As You Like It at Shakespeare in the Park; it was quite good, with a Western stockade-and-country-music theme that reminded me of Frontierland at Disney. Other highlights of the weekend: the Butterfly Garden in the Academy of Natural Sciences and my first time on board my brother and sister-in-law's first boat at Fox Grove Marina.
Light reading around the edges: N. K. Jemisin's The Killing Moon and The Shadowed Sun; and Gideon Lewis-Kraus's A Sense of Direction: Pilgrimage for the Restless and the Hopeful, which must be one of the most unflattering self-portraits in the history of memoir-writing but which is nonetheless an extremely worthwhile and interesting book.
Bonus links:
My last academic book got a good review.
This made me think of some of the games in my novel (it would also make a good basis for some sort of TV episode); link courtesy of Bill Anders.
A nineteenth-century alphabet at the Beinecke.
(I seem to have been operating at about 30% of usual horsepower, due to some combination of residual fatigue and other distractions. It is ridiculous that I let that piece take up so much time....)
Next up: final revision of The Magic Circle! I have a hard deadline of Thursday, June 28 for getting it to my editor; he'll then go through one more time and I'll do quick turnaround on any further suggestions around the 4th of July holiday. The quality of his comments is really exceptional, and I have already said here that I feel he almost deserves a co-author credit, given how many good ideas he's given me. So: ten days of work, counting today. What I did first today at the library was to go through all of his pages of notes along with the manuscript itself, fixing the 80% of stuff that's minor and marking remaining points that will require more attention. This evening, I will do some pondering. Tomorrow I'll get started again properly at the beginning, with bulk of energy devoted to really significantly revamping the final section, which still isn't quite working.
Saw As You Like It at Shakespeare in the Park; it was quite good, with a Western stockade-and-country-music theme that reminded me of Frontierland at Disney. Other highlights of the weekend: the Butterfly Garden in the Academy of Natural Sciences and my first time on board my brother and sister-in-law's first boat at Fox Grove Marina.
Light reading around the edges: N. K. Jemisin's The Killing Moon and The Shadowed Sun; and Gideon Lewis-Kraus's A Sense of Direction: Pilgrimage for the Restless and the Hopeful, which must be one of the most unflattering self-portraits in the history of memoir-writing but which is nonetheless an extremely worthwhile and interesting book.
Bonus links:
My last academic book got a good review.
This made me think of some of the games in my novel (it would also make a good basis for some sort of TV episode); link courtesy of Bill Anders.
A nineteenth-century alphabet at the Beinecke.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Closing tabs
Very glad to be back home. I was in Ottawa for a slightly quixotic enterprise, but really I must get back to work; I have several pressing things I need to finish, including the wretched Austen essay, which I didn't have time to tackle again before I left early Saturday morning(it is actually much more relaxing for me to work than to do almost anything else!). This gives a bit of the flavor of our day on Sunday.
Closing tabs:
"Filling udders with gas is becoming a serious problem." (Via Tyler Cowen and Brent.)
One iguana's lucky break.
3-D jello sculpture! (Apparently it's a thing.)
Closing tabs:
"Filling udders with gas is becoming a serious problem." (Via Tyler Cowen and Brent.)
One iguana's lucky break.
3-D jello sculpture! (Apparently it's a thing.)
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