Up, Up, and Away!

ludimagist gave me the Sandman graphic novels to read. If I keep up reading it at this pace, I'll need to borrow the Lucifer series before the week is out.

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...Holy Swiss Cheese, Batman!- I once had a secret identity as an XY mutant anti-hero in a shadowed lair full of secret documents, and that'll always make me just a little bit...super.

Meet "Ruby Vroom"

Despite a whole lot of not.sleep, I'm in a very good mood.

To catch you up some... I've got a new bike. Make that a "new" bike. Dingy little stinker, actually. Needs tune ups like whoah. Happily the breaks work and otherwise it moves forward sucessfully.

The bike's a Schwinn, 15 speed, red.

She's a she, despite what the frame might indicate, and her name is Ruby Vroom. You'd better believe she is as cool as sugar free jazz.
(You may not have known, my old bike was called "Rosanante, my noble steed" or, on occaision "Little Green" for Joni Mitchell.)

Back to my Access 2003 class...which will get out early. And by then I think I will be sleepy enough to have a nap upon my return home. Hurray! Happy Friday!

I Was Wrong, and It's AWESOME

There's this Italian song called from the 50's called "Quando La Radio." It mentions stations from all over Italy: Radio Bologna, Radio Milano, Radio Igea. I've only ever heard a grainy version by a solo singer. To the best of my knowlege the singer was talking about the tone of all the different stations e.g. "Radio Bologna will take away your worries," etc.

Today I went to a website with Italian music and happened to find a newer version of this song sung as a duet. It was so much clearer, especially this little recit part in the beginning... and as it turns out, the song is about two young lovers who aren't supposed to talk to one another. Therefore they've invented "un alfabeto:" they are giving each other messages depending on which station is playing! Ex: Radio Igea says "Lontan da te mi sento morir"- "to be far from you makes me feel like dying."
When they change stations suddenly it means "Careful, it's your mother!"

How much fun is that?! Clever songs in any language make me happy.

Will the Humanities Save Us? by Stanley Fish

Click to read a New York Times Opinion.
Thus spoke Fish:
Nowadays, larding your conversations with small bits of erudition is more likely to irritate than to win friends and influence people.

To which I say...
...Unless you are talking to me. Then I probably love you.

Seriously though larding?! Such verbage.
I guess I'm all for fat conversations.

More quotes, and my thoughts:
"The premise of secular humanism (or of just old-fashioned humanism) is that the examples of action and thought portrayed in the enduring works of literature, philosophy and history can create in readers the desire to emulate them."

NO, it's about exposure to different points of view, to novel concepts, to departed humans, to visions of the future, and the contextualization of history.

If it was as Fish suggests in this silly sentence, we'd still be keeping woman out of the theatres for fear of spontaneous miscarriages.
(Why just yesterday consideration of the character Hedda Gabler caused my womb to leap upwards and strangle my brain!)

"If it were true, the most generous, patient, good-hearted and honest people on earth would be the members of literature and philosophy departments, who spend every waking hour with great books and great thoughts"

NO, but it gives them more options. And what people do with their knowledge is up to them. Like we've never seen an evil dictator with a fetish for literature... or, to extend the humanities to include popular culture, film (Kim Jong-il, anyone?)

The ultimate conclusion of the article DOES make sense- that the humanities are self perpetuating and therefore do not need the justification of the sciences (which would infer the very hierarchy that was being denied.)

However Fish's narrow, strictly transitive example of how the humanities impact people is so laughable I can't believe it's in print. Of course, I'm not saying anything that the growing number of commentators haven't opined more eloquently but gez!

Your thoughts?


Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum;
benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria (Sancta Maria, Maria!)
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.

...de profundis clamo ad te, Domine

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Am almost done with Caleb Carr's "The Italian Secretary", a "further adventure of Sherlock Holmes". And it's bad. This is v. unfortunate. "The Alienist" was pretty good. You've let me down, Mr. Carr.