Now Buoniconti is sitting outside, as the Miami sun chases everyone else into the shade. It’s May, the school year is winding down, and the freshman has just come from class, wearing his white Johnson & Wales chef’s uniform, blue scarf pulled tight around his neck, HERMAN JACOBS name tag on his chest. They talk about the hit and its aftermath for the umpteenth time, but soon the two middle-aged men are bantering in that jeering ex-jock way, two guys who know what it was like to sink cleats into the dirt and feel young and strong and special.
the music simply provides the necessary room in which the miraculous happens and all these bed-worlds collide in cyberspace.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Wolf Like Me — TV on the Radio
I was startled and glad when this came up tonight.
Pros: It was quiet
Cons: after i had it for a week it stopped working. the disk would spin and stop and keep doing it. none of my computers recognized it. while it was working the transfer rate was pretty slow.
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Pros: It was quiet.
A sort of trespassing is involved in writing about other people, even when the writing is as gentle as one can manage, just as it’s a violation, however mild, to photograph a person, even though it’s in an artist’s nature to want to capture experience.
My roommate’s been working on art.
Meanwhile, here’s a picture of my street mashed up with my screensaver.
A book is still and I hope always will be, in pixels or in print, an object of reverence in our culture.
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From a lovely, illuminating essay by Daniel Menaker.
The week was many things to many people, sometimes many things to the same people. It was magical and practical both. A superstition at first, it survived as a social convention, much as shaking hands with the right hand has endured because there is a need for a gesture to represent friendly feelings to a stranger.
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The Atlantic | Aug 1991 | Waiting for the Weekend | Rybczynski
“Magical and practical both.”
