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I’ve been gone a long time baby, and I need something to eat.
Ain’t No Cure For The Summertime Fugue
I am what they call a summertime blogger. I had three months off from any teaching or school-related work, so in order to feel “productive”, I resurrected the blog. However, that will probably come to an end shortly as my semester begins next week, and I am in for a world of hurt. Teaching 5 courses, editing articles for 55 journalism students every week, writing papers, reading, and attending classes, I have a grab bag of different things going on. Should make for a hectic end to 2011. And I’m not even considering my dissertation that I have to start thinking about. Uh.
A bit of background info:
Laquan Lewis entered this fight with a 0-6-1 record. Kamil Laszcyk entered at 1-0. Laszyck is also part of the same Polish-New Jersey Crew as Tomasz Adamek and Pawel Wolak.
Count how many times you hear people screaming at Lewis to keep his hands up. Not a good listener.
The Deracination Knockout of August (although actually from March) goes to…
The subtle art of flashing.
Good article about that CEO dude that just resigned from that big company. You know the one.
Pretty much all that needs to be known about the man summarized into ten peculiar points.
"I don’t underrate the decorative side of life. It seems to me the sense of splendour has justified itself by what it has produced. The worst of it is that so much human nature is used up in the process. If we’re all the raw stuff of the cosmic effects, one would rather be the fire that tempers a sword than the fish that dyes a purple cloak. And a society like ours wastes such good material in producing its little patch of purple!"
Picked up Jennifer Egan’s 2011 Pulitzer Prize winning work A Visit From The Goon Squad a few weeks ago at the HK Book Fair. Felt like it was good, sometimes even really good, but not quite great. Reminded me of a less fleshed-out Ghostwritten or Cloud Atlas, but centered around the music business with a time-as-the-destroyer theme.
Every chapter/piece had a different point of view or theme, and some — “Great Rock and Roll Pauses” especially— were incredibly inventive and detailed. The way in which the chapters intertwined was well-written, but the fault, for me, was that some characters deserved a bit more space to share their stories and some chapters were slightly derivative of Mitchell, Foster Wallace, or Easton Ellis.
Regardless, a quick and entertaining novel, and last casual read of the summer. I’ll start my Fall semester two weeks early with a little…
Edith Wharton?
I’ve never read an Edith Wharton book in my life. Somehow I managed to avoid Ethan Frome in high school. House of Mirth, here I come. Let’s see what I’ve been missing.
This comic has nothing to do with Hungary or St. Stephens, but here it is anyway.
Happy St. Stephen’s Day, you crazy Hungarians! Do Hungarians, in fact, get “crazy” on St. Stephens Day? Or is it a more low-key, relax-with-the-family type of holiday?
Can I come to Budapest next year and find out? Sponsors?
