I’m either buried in research, taking part in some analycentric project at work, or drinking red wine. That’s the truth of it.
Currently I’m trying to figure out what to do with the excessive number of books littering my study and bedroom floors. In the save pile, the old Ogden Nash trio illustrated by Maurice Sendak. The where did I get this pile contains a copy of The Sweet Smell of Psychosis. I’ve never read Will Self with any degree faithfulness I’m sure it isn’t mine. Looking at a copy of Notes to Myself I picked up years ago at a book sale, and wondering why I ever kept it, but putting it yet again into the keep pile.
Good things I’ve scrolled through, none of them having anything to do with that godforsaken balloon child.
The Shriver Report: A Woman’s Nation Changes Everything , Available from The Center For American Progress in various forms including pdf. Worth some discussion.
In her interview with Time Magazine about her latest book, Listen Up, Mr. President: Everything You Always Wanted Your President to Know and Do Helen Thomas was asked “what she thought of bloggers”.
“Everyone with a laptop thinks they’re a journalist. Everyone with a cell phone thinks they’re a photographer. So our profession is sidelined in a way. There’s no turning back. It’s frightening because you can ruin lives and reputations willy-nilly without realizing it. No editors. No standards. No ethics. We’re at the crossroads. So many newspapers that are so valuable are going down the drain. It’s a crisis.”
Best new blog title I’ve found this week Living With Balls, titled so because I guess the ins and outs living with them things needs to be blogged.
The bed head is not dead as an old blogger friend takes to a hospital bed for a volunteer sleep study. On movement restriction I’m not sure how much blogging he is allowed from bed. He may need entertainment though.
Oh, and this neat old piece from some Maryland radio program in 1975 – Lowell George and Linda Ronstadt sing “Willin” live. Kind of interesting.
Nash was wrong.
You can get there from here, but it takes a lot longer than you thought, and you can’t blog as often. ;)
Peace
I know something about living with balls, but that’s for another time.
I saw Helen Thomas when I was in middle school, in d.c at some restaraunt eating steak. I can’t remember where, I was with my family.
I am a good receiver of old books.
love the old radio piece that is a find. He died near the gw parkway too – lots of death there.
.-= g´s last blog ..Game Day =-.
Are you sure it was steak? ;)
I used to collect books. The problem with doing that I found was the fact I wasn’t read 80% of them. I was just collecting to have them, promising myself that I would read them someday.
My new mantra is I only keep books displayed that I’ve actually read and will only buy a new book once I’ve finished the one I already had.
The word’s the thing, not the fancy covers, I say.
.-= mojo shivers´s last blog ..And It’s Sad To Walk Away, With Just The Memories, Who’s To Know What Might Have Been, We’ll Leave Behind A Life And Time, We’ll Never Know Again =-.
I actually have read most of what I have though there are a few “future reads” here. I give a lot of books away, and buy a lot of old books at book-sales.
Lowell George, not George Lowell. The Little Feat were before your time, so you should know about them. Willin’ was one of their best songs and I say that as someone who’s been from Tucoon to Tucumcari and Tehachapi to Tonopah.
Are you serious that Maurice Sendak illustrated a volume of Nash? Amazon.com, here I come!
Last, poor Helen Thomas probably still believes in ethics, standards and editing. That, not blogging is what makes her a relic.
.-= Doug´s last blog ..Hypocrite =-.
Yea, I knew that not sure why I reversed it. I do know a bit about Little Feat.
He did the cover designs of a trio of old books I have of Nash, these are really old books, but the newer editions still sport the covers I think.
I used to think Helen Thomas was 100–40 years ago. She’s right and she’s wrong but that’s a discussion that warrants a dissertation or a post or a paid article
I would love a PHD in blogging actually
.-= pia´s last blog ..The house husband and tempting the gods… =-.
She may have always looked that way, but consdiering what she did it’s not surprising.
I’m sure there will be one soon. A PhD in blogging that is.
Hah! Thanks for the shout-out. I wasn’t given any restrictions on blogging, nor have I made use of more than half of my allotted moving-around time on any given day so far. Yet somehow I’ve managed to lose a pound since the initial weigh-in.
I guess I put my back into it or something
Maurice Sendak is my hero. He was asked what he had to say about parents concerned that the film adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are was too scary for kids, and he said they can go to hell. Dude still has it.
I know where Helen Thomas is coming from, but where she goes from there, she doesn’t really have a leg to stand on. Pia’s right of course, and I’ve obliged because I have nothing else to do right now.
.-= EsotericWombat´s last blog ..Yeah, Yeah. Probably nothing here that I haven’t said already =-.
Hospital food?? I assume they are at least feeding you,yes?
I disagree somewhat but as you are in the hospital I feel I shouldn’t argue. I know you’re not ill but still.
I get rid of books all the time, we don’t have room for them even though we have two rooms with bookshelves. Give them to someone who cares, that is important.
Love Helen Thomas. I agree with her. Where’s the news?
an aside:
Took my son to see “Where the Wild Things Are” this past weekend. He loved it, I loved it.
.-= jacob´s last blog ..Autumn Golf =-.
finding someone who cares is the problem.
Oh, I’m glad you saw it with him and were both delighted.
Willin = great song.
Helen Thomas = great lady. None of us know the future she could be right or wrong.
It is a great song.
hahaha yes! Thank’s for the shout out!
.-= Living with Balls´s last blog ..Celebrity Tweet of the Week: October 21, 2009 =-.
That title is a slayer.
I was more impressed with Shriver’s report than I expected to be.
I am hardly a blogger so no journalist here, no worries.
.-= kait´s last blog ..Reasonable Priced Option in White and Black =-.
Longer than you thought but what is the option?
My books are boxed, or some left at my parent’s still. I’m afraid to give them away that they might end up shreaded .
.-= john´s last blog ..The Warning =-.
Shriver’s wrong… it’s money which changes everything. Perhaps she’s never listened to the crazy hair-colored woman.
That is a significant part of the study though, where it now comes from, who makes it and how it is made and who takes care of the kids while it is being made and so on and so forth….
I am reminded of the quote from Good Will Hunting about books (which I will most likely get wrong, but you’ll get the drift) – “you surround yourself with all these books – and they’re the wrong f*cking books…”
We are trying to whittle our book mountain down at the moment.
.-= Jonathan´s last blog ..The one where we flooded the street =-.
Whrther it’s accurate or not the line is great – I don’t recall that line.
Regarding Balls: The combination of the tagline “A blog for a man’s man” and a first post of “Celebrity Tweet Of The Week” cracked me up. That’s high comedy.
.-= Bone´s last blog ..Life and the lack thereof =-.
You would pick up on that – quick, that’s what they’d have called in in my great grandmother’s day.
I’ve decided to keep and display only books that my mother has read. My bookshelves are her ‘you must read this’ dumping ground. I give up. The woman is tenacious.
Don’t you think Helen is being just a little tough? (reminds of someone else I know) I don’t think I’m a journalist because I blog, I think I’m a journalist because I go Donk Donk Donk on my keys really loud.
I hope your wombat feels better (can’t believe I just wrote that).
Haven’t read the Shiver Report yet, but I did just recently re-read The Seneca Falls Declaration. Speaking of living with balls…
Sorry I’ve been away.
I’ll add you to my Blogger ‘Blogs I read – but hide on my profile page so my readers won’t get distracted by people who write better than I do’.
Soon,
T