Possibly - though it might just as easily be people crash dieting specifically in order to use the Northern Line at all during the rush hour.Michael's new blog, which I linked to a couple of weeks ago, has settled in. It has a new name, Mischievous Constructions, and there's a lot to read there - every day.
> Talking about a lot to read and every day, what else can I follow up with but... Socialism in an Age of Waiting. I mean, I have to repeat Butch Cassidy in the movie of that name (not forgetting the Sundance Kid):
Who are those guys?I use 'guys', needless to say (and therefore saying it) in a non-gender-specific way, to allow for the possibility, or even the fact, that they may contain people of the female tendency or faction. But, in any event, how do they write so much? You have to keep rushing over there in order not to fall behind. If you nod off any time, you're done for. You have, then, to stay awake till 2.00 or 3.00 AM catching up. Check out SIAW if you haven't already.
> Harry - I've got a bone to pick with him. He's gone and ruined one of the normblog profile questions.
> Dragunia. You thought it was my doing? Well, I thought it was my doing. But via my Stats and Referrers and Google, I find this:
Już w 1266 roku o wsi wspominają dokumenty nabycia wioski przez klasztor cystersów z Dragunia w Meklemburgii.Translations welcome.
> This week's instalment of John Mullan on Roth's The Human Stain deals with the theme of email - relevant to an important episode in the novel. Mullan writes:
Roth exploits what we all know from occasional news items and perhaps our own lives: the recklessness into which this all-too-easy means of expression can lead the person at the keyboard.Yes, and why is that, everyone? Why will people say things by email they never would face to face? I was talking to a friend about this the other day, and she suggested it was exactly that - you don't see the other's face. Maybe. But then I think people will sometimes tend to being rude by email who would not, or not to the same extent, by letter or over the phone. It's an ineffable mystery, don't you think?
> Joe Queenan 'nearly loses the will to live' seeing the film Sylvia:
Graduate students at Cambridge, they [Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes] are only just launching their careers: he, in fact, may have given a bad review to her early poems. They get drunk, they go punting on the canals, they recite passages from Shakespeare, they declaim lines from Chaucer to dismayed cows, who wonder where all of this is leading.This is definitely a 'read the rest', though I can't myself say one way or another about the movie.
At certain points - say when Plath grows her hair out in the full Ophelia - the film verges on parody: speaking as a male who has bedded down a few Ophelias in my time, I can say that once the person you are sharing your bed with starts to adopt hairstyles commonly associated with the doomed virgins of the pre-Raphaelite brethren, it's time to check when the next train's leaving for Cleveland.