This journal is no longer active. I undeleted it for archival purposes.

So long.

Some of you believe that I am not in earnest in my intention to start a country band.

( You got a problem with Country? )

On the plane, reading James, I composed in my head my scalding, scathing appraisal of Faulkner, with the aim of posting it here. Sadly, the former activity also gave me a splitting headache, precluding the latter. I offer instead -- and as, I assure you, only a temporary substitute -- a bit of dialogue on returning home ( Read more... )

HENRY JAMES HAS A SENSE OF THE INEFFABLE!
It was nothing to look at or to handle, but was somehow everything to feel and to know...(89)

HENRY JAMES NARROWLY BUT DECISIVELY AVOIDS THE TRITE!
Life might prove difficult-was evidently going to; but meanwhile they had each other and that was everything. This was her reasoning, but meanwhile, for him, ( Read more... )

I've tried to avoid posting anything about type here because (a) normal people don't care, (b) typophiles care and make fun of me, and (c) I recently had to eat the words "I think Clarendon is back to stay." Clearly I underestimated the power of Starbucks to turn anything into a symbol of blandly corporate domination, Ray Charles notwithstanding ( Read more... )

It's rather confusing to read the Grammy nominations in the country category and actually know all of the songs, but that is what I've come to. Thus, I can say with assurance that it will only be acceptable if Loretta Lynn loses in one of the five categories in which she's nominated (Country Collaboration with Vocals). The other four would be an ( Read more... )

We've all seen it before: make a random playlist in the Digital Music Player of your Choice, select your favorite lyrics, post, and let readers guess. Obviously Googling is cheating.

( Let the games begin )

I have mixed feelings about Ted Leo and his band, and now I know why: he's got decidedly mediocre taste in pizza. I know this because in his new video he's seen ordering from the pizza place a block away from my apartment (NW corner of 17th and 6th Ave). I used to frequent that establishment (primarily, I admit, for its use of Cooper Black on its ( Read more... )

My fears seem to have been justified. Look at this tangle of thorns. I wash my hand of you, Overly. With antibacterial Zest. And a pouf. And then I exfoliate.

This LiveJournal has recently been accused of being dull. Meanwhile, I am reading this:
He had come out to Paris to paint -- to fathom, that is, at large, that mystery; but study had been fatal to him so far as anything could be fatal, and his productive power faltered in proportion as his knowledge grew. Strether had gathered from him that at ( Read more... )