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What has to be the finest Flash-enhanced book report ever.

How to Kill a Mockingbird

I have to admit, I don't remember this version. Maybe Ms. Lee has seen fit to rewrite it.

Work-safe, though not if you're drinking anything.

...Once "The Final Countdown" started playing, I just lost it...
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Books Read Whilst In Wisconsin, Part 1

Re-read books:
Deed of Paksenarrion, Dreamsnake, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I turn to familiar fantasy or sf for a break, it seems. Plus there’s wonderful joy in a hammock and J.K. Rowling.

New books, with brief reviews:
Angels and Insects, A.S. Byatt. –The second novella is superior to the first, which struck me as a bit reminiscent of V.C. Andrews’ interminable family sagas. Ruminations on fictions, afterlife, and love versus Love were far more compelling than thwarted dreams, scientific study, and incest.

What Went Wrong? , Bernard Lewis—Interesting and convincing study of possible reasons or contributions to the comparative decline of the Islamic world in the last three centuries. Especially because he doesn’t say “it’s all due to Islam” or, for that matter, any one scapegoat. Clear-eyed and, to an uninformed observer, impartial. Worth a look. (Any recommendations from others on the subject?)

The Red Tent, A. Diamant. Lent to me by my boss when she learned of my prospective fields of study. Good reinterpretation with deep female characters, although the men seem to all get short shrift. I liked it. Not for people queasy about references to menstruation.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom. Lent to me by my housemate after a discussion about death. He said it made him very sad, when considering its philosophy applied to his own life. I can understand that. Pleasing and just deep enough to spark lots of thinking without leaning on specifics. Also good hammock reading.

The Jesus Mysteries, by Freke and Gandy. Um. For this, I’ll need an lj-cut. Short version is, a fascinating theory wrecked by poor arguments. Glah. )
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I sent the scary emails to Harvard last night. The "Hi, you don't know me, wanna talk about what it might be like if I studied under you?" emails. Arranging for a mutual scope-out.

Next is Chicago, though I have to narrow my choices there first.

Any recommendations for fiction? I've been headfirst in essays, research, and commentary (plus a well-written "Very Brief Introduction to Literary Theory"), and I'm in desperate need of a fictionfix. Anything. Genre, non-genre, old, new, just so long as I haven't read it yet.
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I'm horking this meme from [ profile] kassrachel for my own nefarious purposes. Ten most influential books; not just those you loved or remember, but which actually shaped you. (Well, that's my take on it, anyway.)

No Hegel, thanks. I'm full. )

In part, this is inspired by having read _The_Da_Vinci_Code_ this morning, )

oom! pah!

Mar. 30th, 2004 12:41 pm
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Following my friend Brenda's tradition of Thankful Thursdays, I'm putting together a list of small wonders and happinesses encountered recently.

**A sousaphonist in Park Street T. Not your usual busker! Playing "If I Only Had a Brain". I wished for Boutros-Boutros just so I could introduce him to the concept of sousafish.
**Playing Confirm and Deny with MrTheMan. It's from an Eddie Izzard routine, and he's too damn good at it.
**The beastie in the Berkshires likes me. She rumbles really loud when I pet her.
**The Oob continues to lose weight, and has gotten cuter in her methods of waking me in the morning. Today I opened my eyes after the snooze went off, and was staring directly into big eyes and a cold, wet nose. Awww.
**Shibori! Shibori is sooo cool. I might have to buy something and dye it. It's a Japanese form of tie-dyeing, where you stitch and gather in patterns in order to have strange but regular designs.
**The joy in teaching others a skill I have.
**The greater joy in seeing an enthusiasm for a new hobby develop in others.
**Blue fingernails. CoooOOOooool. Okay, so the hot tub owners don't think so, but it's an everyday occurrence for them. I think it's awesome.
**Dilated pupils. I had an eye exam this morning, and now I look REALLY interested in what people are saying to me. It's a little uncomfortable-light hurts a bit-but I like these gentle sensory alterations.
**Having the effect of said pupils start to wear off just as I need to start a paper.
**Grey daylight in the morning.

And here's a couple of book recommendations:

Seven Theories of Religion by Daniel Pals. Nice intro text for anyone trying to get a handle on just what various folks have thought about religion and why. Offers background, support, summation, analysis, and critique of seven thinkers: Frazer (the Golden Bough guy), Freud, Marx, Durkheim, Eliade, Evans-Pritchard and Geertz.

Lenore: Noogies and Lenore: Wedgies by Roman Dirge. Comic about a little dead girl. V. sick. V.v. sick. Also v. funny. Lenore doesn't have much tolerance for things like lawn gnomes, her button-eyed ex-boyfriend, and evil toilet monsters trying to eat her head.

For that matter, neither do I.
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---I dressed up as a pirate tonight and went out to get drunk and sing shanties. Perhaps it would have been even cooler if I were less shy in a bar situation, but overall it was lots of cool. Argh. Arrrrrgh. Fear my bandanna and foofy shirt.

--Sam has sent a followup CD to our cover-mix, "Revenge of Pork". This outrage can not be borne. Especially Masters of Chant singing Blue Monday. Or any David Hasslehoff. But Mr.TheMan and I are nearly tapped out of covers. Shy of finding some Me First and the Gimmee Gimmees or Annoying Music Show cds, I don't know where we're going to find enough songs to mix a reply cd. Oof. But at least I have Tiny Tim singing "Hey Jude".

--LJ may not be the best place for it, but I feel I must state and restate how much I love Mr.TheMan. I am incredibly lucky to be who I am, where I am, and the fact that he's so wonderful makes it even better. I love his uncontrolled laugh, his expressive eyebrows, and his way of challenging me. And his smiles.

--On my way home from getting*tfaced, I found a silver ring. It looks kind of like your standard bit of shiny chromed hardware, incomplete circle with rounded tips, about 1/8" wide round band, no other adornment. It fits my middle finger on the right hand. I picked it up and put it on without even thinking about it. How strange, the things we find. I like to think I was meant to find it.

--I continue forging through the heavy philo-theo-ethico book I picked up last week on a whim. It's actually providing a good crash course in the last two hundred years in basic theology and philosophy. I'm just about to reach the point where the author will begin to form his actual argument, rather than restating the entire history that has led up to it. I hope it's well done; I want the equivalent of the toy at the bottom of the box.

--Last, I leave you with silly haiku:

No peg leg, no hook
Yet buccaneer I remain
Bring me my brown pants!

Tomorrow, Green Line
Muttering "argh" I grumble
Keelhaul the whole train!


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