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Oct. 28th, 2009 09:42 amTwo things that have improved what's shaping up to be a deeply frustrating day:
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cursor_mundi, the Random Academic Sentence Page. Here are the results of my most recent click.
Pootwattle the Virtual Academic(TM) says:
The (re)invention of the anesthesia of forgetting gestures toward the representational validity of the public sphere.
Smedley Smedley the Virtual Critic(TM) responds:
Pootwattle's wide-ranging study of the relationship between the (re)invention of the anesthesia of forgetting and the representational validity of the public sphere narrowly avoids withdrawal into conscious unreadability.
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moireach at
greatpoets: B. H. Fairchild, "The Deer".
Amid the note cards and long, yellow legal pads, the late
nineteenth-century journals containing poems by Swinburne or
Rossetti or Lionel Johnson, the Yeats edition of Blake with its
faded green cover and beveled edges, I and the other readers in
the British Library began to feel an odd presence. We lifted our
eyes in unison to observe the two small deer that had entered
the room so quietly, so very discreetly, the music of their
entering suspended above us, inaudible, but there, truly, as the
deer were there...
Edit: One more link you should all read:
sotto_voice writes about Maine's No on 1 Campaign.
Via
Pootwattle the Virtual Academic(TM) says:
The (re)invention of the anesthesia of forgetting gestures toward the representational validity of the public sphere.
Smedley Smedley the Virtual Critic(TM) responds:
Pootwattle's wide-ranging study of the relationship between the (re)invention of the anesthesia of forgetting and the representational validity of the public sphere narrowly avoids withdrawal into conscious unreadability.
Via
Amid the note cards and long, yellow legal pads, the late
nineteenth-century journals containing poems by Swinburne or
Rossetti or Lionel Johnson, the Yeats edition of Blake with its
faded green cover and beveled edges, I and the other readers in
the British Library began to feel an odd presence. We lifted our
eyes in unison to observe the two small deer that had entered
the room so quietly, so very discreetly, the music of their
entering suspended above us, inaudible, but there, truly, as the
deer were there...
Edit: One more link you should all read:
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Went to Equal Grounds - the coffee is still good, the artwork still entertaining, pie still amazing; just isn't as much fun.
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