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Thursday, June 30, 2016
A winter’s day in Fremantle
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Hitch-22, Nook or no Nook
By Morris Dean
A couple of months ago I put away the Nook tablet some colleagues had given me when I retired from UNC. Even though I had purchased a few eBooks for it from Barnes & Noble, I was finding that my iPhone gave me access to so many things to read (recorded books from the Library of Congress’s BARD website for the blind and physically handicapped, iBooks from Apple, Kindle books) that I just didn’t think I needed the Nook any longer.
Labels:
Christopher Hitchens,
Hitch-22,
Nook
Saturday, June 25, 2016
The Loneliest Liberal: Marine Corps sweep
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Notes from Paris: Les Etoiles de Paris
By Morris Dean
When I went to bed last night, I wasn’t remembering that I had scheduled a skeleton of my second “Notes from Paris” column. Sorry about that, but even more sorry that I haven’t yet written it!
But believe me: my embarrassment over this is great, and I now feel more highly motivated than I was to write about the star-shaped intersections of Paris, which so captured my imagination that they only make me want to return to Paris to experience them again.
When I went to bed last night, I wasn’t remembering that I had scheduled a skeleton of my second “Notes from Paris” column. Sorry about that, but even more sorry that I haven’t yet written it!
But believe me: my embarrassment over this is great, and I now feel more highly motivated than I was to write about the star-shaped intersections of Paris, which so captured my imagination that they only make me want to return to Paris to experience them again.
Copyright © 2016 by Morris Dean |
Sunday, June 19, 2016
The ouroboros, a metaphor for dreaming
“Ouroboros,” By anonymous medieval illuminator; Public Domain |
By Morris Dean
[Note: The unedited, dictated version of the following account was appended on June 15 to the May 27 Dreamsourcing column, “Sleeping and waking.” It was the approximately sixteenth set of “dream notes” posted as comments on that column.
The revised account below is my first attempt at a new Dreamsourcing column since May 27.]
Labels:
August Kekulé,
Carl Jung,
dream,
dreamsourcing,
ouroboros
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Chapter 12 of The Unmaking of the President (a novel)
Addleman’s Last Tape
By W.M. Dean
[The novel is set in the 1970s of Watergate. Links to earlier chapters are provided at the bottom.]
By W.M. Dean
[The novel is set in the 1970s of Watergate. Links to earlier chapters are provided at the bottom.]
Labels:
fiction,
novel,
Unmaking of the President,
W.M. Dean
Friday, June 17, 2016
UK life / US life
By Penelope Griffiths
[Editor’s Note: We are grateful to Penelope Griffiths for speedily answering a correspondent’s request to hear more from her.]
At the same time the United States is choosing its Presidential candidates, the United Kingdom is getting ready for a referendum that could have the potential to make or break not just the United Kingdom but also Europe and, even possibly, the rest of the world.
[Editor’s Note: We are grateful to Penelope Griffiths for speedily answering a correspondent’s request to hear more from her.]
At the same time the United States is choosing its Presidential candidates, the United Kingdom is getting ready for a referendum that could have the potential to make or break not just the United Kingdom but also Europe and, even possibly, the rest of the world.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Bloomsday 2016
1961 edition of James Joyce’s Ulysses |
By Jonathan Price
June 16 is the day Joyceans have designated “Bloomsday,” and it is one of the more erudite and celebratory holidays in the literary calendar. Compare Shakespeare’s birthday, which I suspect fewer people could name or remember (but that’s just a suspicion). It is not a birthday, and it is not called “Joyce’s Day,” or “Ulysses Day,” but “Bloomsday,” because the novel it celebrates gives us an intimate portrait of a key, but also typical, day in 1904 in the life of its central character, Leopold Bloom.
Labels:
Bloomsday,
Finnegans Wake,
James Joyce,
Jonathan Price,
Ulysses
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Voting commercial
Dreamsourcing
By Bob Boldt
The Dream. Our marketing firm had been hired to produce a commercial to encourage folks to take voting more seriously. We decided to audition some sample presentations to see if someone had a sufficiently innovative way to present the material in a new and catchy way. The first to audition was a troop of clowns who brought into the studio a huge cardboard cutout of a TV screen behind which they did a series of juggling and acrobatic acts.
By Bob Boldt
The Dream. Our marketing firm had been hired to produce a commercial to encourage folks to take voting more seriously. We decided to audition some sample presentations to see if someone had a sufficiently innovative way to present the material in a new and catchy way. The first to audition was a troop of clowns who brought into the studio a huge cardboard cutout of a TV screen behind which they did a series of juggling and acrobatic acts.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
An out-standing contribution
The story of our detached garage
By Geoffrey Dean
A couple of weeks ago we had a rep from the city’s home improvement program come by to give his opinions as to what needed improving about our home. My secret hopes of getting some logistical and financial help in tearing down and replacing our current garage were dashed by his overt enthusiasm when he saw it, a decaying wooden structure set about ten feet from the back of our house.
By Geoffrey Dean
A couple of weeks ago we had a rep from the city’s home improvement program come by to give his opinions as to what needed improving about our home. My secret hopes of getting some logistical and financial help in tearing down and replacing our current garage were dashed by his overt enthusiasm when he saw it, a decaying wooden structure set about ten feet from the back of our house.
Labels:
Geoffrey Dean,
Salt Lake City,
Sketches
Monday, June 13, 2016
Has the Republican Party humped itself?
Labels:
correspondence,
David Brooks,
Donald Trump,
Jack Tapper,
politics,
Republican Party,
Thomas L. Friedman
Sunday, June 12, 2016
By popular request
J. Price | C. Smythe | W. Silveira | B. Sperry | P. Griffiths |
Edited by Morris Dean
Since you are open to requests [“More politics, religion, and (by analogy) sex,” Friday June 10], I would like to request that we hear more from other members of your staff as well as from Kyle Garza. For example:
Labels:
Chuck Smythe,
correspondence,
Jonathan Price,
Kyle Garza,
Penelope Griffiths,
William Silveira
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Delay (a sonnet)
Labels:
art,
Eric Meub,
sonnet,
Susan C. Price,
verse
Friday, June 10, 2016
More politics, religion, and (by analogy) sex
Labels:
atheists,
correspondence,
Donald Trump,
Kyle Garza,
William Shakespeare
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Australia
Dreamsourcing
By Bob Boldt
The Dream. I was packing up some ten or twelve equipment cases of various sizes and descriptions with cameras, lights, cables, and costumes from a feature film shoot we had just completed in Australia. There just didn’t seem to be enough room for everything. I was in the process of collapsing a huge down jacket – compressing it to remove the air – when I thought of something I had left behind in the hotel.
By Bob Boldt
The Dream. I was packing up some ten or twelve equipment cases of various sizes and descriptions with cameras, lights, cables, and costumes from a feature film shoot we had just completed in Australia. There just didn’t seem to be enough room for everything. I was in the process of collapsing a huge down jacket – compressing it to remove the air – when I thought of something I had left behind in the hotel.
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Politics, religion, & sex
From recent correspondence
Edited by Morris Dean
Oh, to have been a political writer last month! Mike Webb, an army major drafted by the Repuglicans to run against Don Beyer for Congress in northern Virginia’s 8th District, accidentally posted porn links to his own campaign site [“Politicians, take note: Don’t post screenshots that show your porn tabs,” Justin Wm. Moyer, Washington Post, May 17].
Edited by Morris Dean
Oh, to have been a political writer last month! Mike Webb, an army major drafted by the Repuglicans to run against Don Beyer for Congress in northern Virginia’s 8th District, accidentally posted porn links to his own campaign site [“Politicians, take note: Don’t post screenshots that show your porn tabs,” Justin Wm. Moyer, Washington Post, May 17].
Labels:
atheists,
correspondence,
Sarah Silverman,
William Shakespeare
Friday, June 3, 2016
Oops!
From recent correspondence
Edited by Morris Dean
We named our lock company “SURE-LOCK” so that any houses using our products could be called “SURE-LOCK HOMES.”
One thing is certain:
Although things aren’t
as they should be,
they definitely are as they are.
Did you hear about the Vampire Doctor? To repel him, you hold not a cross but an apple in front of him every day.
Edited by Morris Dean
We named our lock company “SURE-LOCK” so that any houses using our products could be called “SURE-LOCK HOMES.”
One thing is certain:
Although things aren’t
as they should be,
they definitely are as they are.
Did you hear about the Vampire Doctor? To repel him, you hold not a cross but an apple in front of him every day.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
9/11
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Notes from Paris: Plain kindness
By Morris Dean
Maybe we were too used to the sort of insincere Southerner who smiles big and speaks gushily in your presence and then, after you’ve left, eviscerates you, but we were gratefully surprised in Paris this April how often people there (who do not smile big or gush) came to our aid – by giving directions, helping with translations, offering physical assistance, or volunteering information.
Maybe we were too used to the sort of insincere Southerner who smiles big and speaks gushily in your presence and then, after you’ve left, eviscerates you, but we were gratefully surprised in Paris this April how often people there (who do not smile big or gush) came to our aid – by giving directions, helping with translations, offering physical assistance, or volunteering information.
Labels:
kindness,
Paris,
Paris Journal,
Paris metro,
RATP,
tipping
Birds & bees & butterflies
Labels:
correspondence,
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Paris,
Vladimir Nabokov
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