More apocalypse, less angst
‘How humiliating,’ he says finally. ‘Such high hopes, and to end like this.’ ‘Yes, I agree, it is humiliating. But perhaps that is a good point to start from again. Perhaps that is what I must learn to accept. To start at ground level.… Continue Reading “Book Notes: Disgrace”
I spent my day working on my final term paper for class, managing a dismal 2.5 pages of the 15 I have to write. They are a fairly well-formed 2.5 pages, consisting of my core argument and introduction, but nonetheless the bulk of the… Continue Reading “Post-semester reading”
Want a little glimpse of the inside of our home? (Hint: that’s not our home in the photo above). For a real glimpse – I am offering a peek into our personal library on Library Thing – a project Brian has been working on… Continue Reading “Reading rooms.”
I am mulling over Waiting for Godot while listening to Max Richter’s The Blue Notebooks, and watching the snow fall outside the window. A combination which seems destined to produce an upwelling of emotion if ever there was one. But instead of writing on… Continue Reading “Travels with Mary.”
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