January 2010
6 posts
I reread Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction this summer. So far, “Seymour, An Introduction” is my favourite Salinger story. Here are some of the passages I copied down (I was reading a library copy):
(Oh happy hepatitis! I’ve never known sickness - or sorrow, or disaster, for that matter - not to unfold, eventually, like a flower or a good memo....
a better way to name stars
When I was nineteen - yes, I must have been nineteen - I started a to-do list, which I kept taped to the yellow concrete wall of my dorm room and added to periodically. I don’t know where it is now. I could have thrown it away in a fit of something. And I don’t remember everything on it: it included things like ”learn chess,” ”learn Hebrew” (and Greek, Spanish,...
Maybe it is possible →
Here’s a crazy photo that some people have said is photoshopped, and other people say isn’t. Scroll down a little to read the comments - Mary says that she and her husband stood in a rainbow’s end once when they were in Utah.
Well.
“Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow’s arch,...”
– What? Henry David Thoreau says that he once stood inside the end of a rainbow. Can this happen?
I love Thoreau. I’m sure he saw something amazing. I’m not spitefully skeptical, just…standardly skeptical, because I have never heard of this before. (Have you?) It’s a...
“We come from a world where we have known incredible standards of excellence, and...”
– Thornton Wilder’s The Bridge of San Luis Rey. A gesture toward an explanation of why Perichole and Uncle Pio would stay up for hours after every performance, arguing passionately, criticizing, affirming, fault-finding, accusing, analyzing subtleties of voice and gesture and tempo...