Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Monday, November 01, 2010
Cancer World
Review of “The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer” by Siddhartha Mukherjee: newyorker
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Roger Ebert: Traveler to the undiscovere'd country
American film critic Roger Ebert on Christopher Hitchens, illness, medicine, religion, and death: Roger Ebert
Ebert's title "Traveler to the undiscovere'd country" is inspired, of course, by a couple of lines in Hamlet's famous soliloquy in William Shakespeare's play The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: Act III, Scene I
Ebert's title "Traveler to the undiscovere'd country" is inspired, of course, by a couple of lines in Hamlet's famous soliloquy in William Shakespeare's play The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: Act III, Scene I
Labels:
Christopher Hitchens,
culture,
reading,
Roger Ebert
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
James Joyce: Ulysses
Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the day James Joyce's Leopold Bloom, Molly Bloom, Stephen Dedalus and others go about the business of their ordinary lives on 16 June 1904 in Dublin.
Yes, it's Bloomsday!
The final chapter of Joyce's wonderful novel Ulysses closes with Molly Bloom's interior monologue. Here are the exquisite, extraordinary, only terminally punctuated, final lines:
Yes, it's Bloomsday!
The final chapter of Joyce's wonderful novel Ulysses closes with Molly Bloom's interior monologue. Here are the exquisite, extraordinary, only terminally punctuated, final lines:
O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Trieste-Zürich-Paris, 1914--1921
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Meditations on noise
Three books:
The Unwanted Sound of Everything We Want: A Book About Noise, by Garret Keiser;
Zero Decibels: The Quest for Absolute Silence, by George Michelsen Foy;
In Pursuit of Silence: Listening for Meaning in a World of Noise, by George Prochnik.
Reviewed by Dwight Garner: NYT
The Unwanted Sound of Everything We Want: A Book About Noise, by Garret Keiser;
Zero Decibels: The Quest for Absolute Silence, by George Michelsen Foy;
In Pursuit of Silence: Listening for Meaning in a World of Noise, by George Prochnik.
Reviewed by Dwight Garner: NYT
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
All Things Reconsidered: The 35th Anniversary of Bob Dylan's Blood on the Tracks
A dozen and a half essays consider one of Bob Dylan's masterworks, the breakup album Blood on the Tracks: popmatters
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Samuel Beckett | 13 April
Samuel Beckett, born 13 April 1906
que ferais-je sans ce monde (what would I do without this world)
Original version:
que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions
où être ne dure qu'un instant où chaque instant
verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir été
sans cette onde où à la fin
corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent
que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures
haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour
sans ce ciel qui s'élève
sur la poussieère de ses lests
que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujourd'hui
regardant par mon hublot si je ne suis pas seul
à errer et à virer loin de toute vie
dans un espace pantin
sans voix parmi les voix
enfermées avec moi
Translation (by Beckett):
what would I do without this world faceless incurious
where to be lasts but an instant where every instant
spills in the void the ignorance of having been
without this wave where in the end
body and shadow together are engulfed
what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die
the pantings the frenzies towards succour towards love
without this sky that soars
above its ballast dust
what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before
peering out of my deadlight looking for another
wandering like me eddying far from all the living
in a convulsive space
among the voices voiceless
that throng my hiddenness
Samuel Beckett Online Resources
que ferais-je sans ce monde (what would I do without this world)
Original version:
que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions
où être ne dure qu'un instant où chaque instant
verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir été
sans cette onde où à la fin
corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent
que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures
haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour
sans ce ciel qui s'élève
sur la poussieère de ses lests
que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujourd'hui
regardant par mon hublot si je ne suis pas seul
à errer et à virer loin de toute vie
dans un espace pantin
sans voix parmi les voix
enfermées avec moi
Translation (by Beckett):
what would I do without this world faceless incurious
where to be lasts but an instant where every instant
spills in the void the ignorance of having been
without this wave where in the end
body and shadow together are engulfed
what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die
the pantings the frenzies towards succour towards love
without this sky that soars
above its ballast dust
what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before
peering out of my deadlight looking for another
wandering like me eddying far from all the living
in a convulsive space
among the voices voiceless
that throng my hiddenness
Samuel Beckett Online Resources
Friday, March 26, 2010
The story of how the ♥, the heart, and love came together
A heart-shaped history, by Iain Gately: Lapham's Quarterly
Labels:
culture,
heart,
Iain Gately,
Lapham's Quarterly,
reading
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Matsuo Bashô: Frog Haiku
The original Japanese:
Thirty-one Translations and One Commentary: Bureau of Public Secrets
Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
Alan Watts:kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:
Plop!
A frog jumps in:
Plop!
Thirty-one Translations and One Commentary: Bureau of Public Secrets
Labels:
Alan Watts,
Basho,
Bureau of Public Secrets,
culture,
poetry,
reading
Monday, March 01, 2010
Reading matters
Want to read this article? Then enter your password, by Charlie Brooker: guardian
Labels:
Charlie Brooker,
culture,
Guardian,
password,
reading
Thursday, January 14, 2010
South China Morning Post
More cuts at Hong Kong's SCMP: asia sentinel
Thanks, Gavin!
Thanks, Gavin!
Labels:
culture,
newspaper,
reading,
scmp,
South China Morning Post
Friday, January 08, 2010
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Reading mattters
Robert Glatzer writes::
Who is Alan Smithee: salon
The quintessential Foley artist story comes from the Brian DePalma film "The Untouchables," where we see Robert De Niro as Al Capone whack somebody on the head with a baseball bat. So how do you create a sound to match the visual, and make it believable, without actually doing someone bodily harm? After many experiments and many failures, the Foley artist found the right tools: a bowling pin hitting a raw turkey. You could try it yourselfFilm credits 101: salon
Who is Alan Smithee: salon
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Reading mattters

It turns out that yesterday was the 57th anniversary of the initial patent of the barcode.
Since when, barcodes have become ubiquitous.
So much so that if you become an in-patient in a public hospital hereabouts, all your documents, X-rays, CAT scans, blood samples and other stuff are barcoded as is the white, plastic bracelet around your wrist.
Ha! Make your own barcode: barcoding
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Reading mattters
Hemlock writes:
"A date which will live in infamy . . . Geocities, the evil multinational conglomerate that produces its shoddy and environmentally destructive Internet services in Dickensian sweatshops in its ruthless quest for profit, saw fit – as part of its imminent closure – to bar me, wild American friend Odell, the Big Boss and delectable Administrative Officer Winky Ip from our very own home from the middle of last week. They have let me back in briefly in order to retrieve a few essentials, but otherwise this is it. Cast out into the wilderness with maximum prejudice aforethought.Looking forward? A "blog" by D. Ah, here it is: Big Lychee
Souvenir hunters, the nostalgic, and the terminally bored are welcome to poke around here – the lights go out permanently at Geocities around the end of October."
Labels:
Big Lychee,
Hemlock,
Hong Kong,
politics,
reading,
South China Sea
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Reading mattters
Hong Kong in your eyes, Alice Poon: Asia Sentinel
Labels:
Alice Poon,
Asia Sentinel,
economics,
politics,
reading
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Reading mattters

Lash out and cover up: Austerity nostalgia and ironic
authoritarianism
in recession Britain, by Owen Hatherley: radical philosophy
Labels:
culture,
economics,
Owen Hatherley,
politics,
radical philosophy,
reading,
UK
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Reading mattters
In Wal-Mart's Image, by Harold Meyerson: Prospect
Labels:
American Prospect,
economics,
Harold Meyerson,
politics,
reading,
Wal-Mart
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