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"There were sparkles in the air. Tiny flickering rainbow-sparkling air sequins were all around my head... Every cubic inch of the cold air around me had tiny floating ice crystals in it... Finland... was showing off new forms of beauty. I had never seen precipitation of this kind before. I hate to admit it... but... it was a kind of snow I didn't have a word for."
I had built up a few images and quotes in my tumblr blog over the last month. I've copied them into typepad. Perhaps, after an almost five year quiescence, this blog will return to life. Don't stake dinner on it, though.
From Seven Sacred Words: An Open Letter to Steven Pinker, Bill Benzon: "Among others, the conference featured Georges Poulet, Tzvetan Todorov, Roland “death of the author” Barthes, Jacques Lacan the Obscure, and the Archdeacon of Deconstruction, the Dynamo of Academic Disaster, Jacques Derrida."
From the obituary of John Updike in the WSJ: “Mr. Updike’s precise, elastic prose, its joy, its unexpectedly baroque adjectives yoked with the most banal objects and images”
"Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard." Remembering Martin Luther King (again)
The Broadmoor Audubon Center at a warmer time of year captured with my cell phone. (Can you tell I'm tired of snow.)
Bash Bish falls in the summer with lots of green. We've got a few months to go before it looks like this again.
Carla drew this on a napkin at the Speckled Hen.
Rokia Traore will be at the Somerville theatre on February 13th. She's the next performer in the world music series we will hear.
Summit Avenue in Brookline on new year’s eve of 2008.
