As I am writing this, it is the Monday morning after Superbowl Sunday here in America. I had an odd experience on Saturday, the day before the big game. I was at the market in the afternoon, and as I walked up to the butcher counter I recognized I had stepped into a "man-zone". Men... Continue Reading →
To Thine Own Self Be True
“I don’t know that we owe God or nature a death, but nature will collect anyway, and we certainly owe mediocrity nothing, whatever collectivity it purports to advance or at least represent.” Harold Bloom, How to Read and Why In my last post entitled “Dr. Eliot’s Five Foot Shelf”, I proposed a solution to the... Continue Reading →
Dr Eliot’s’ Five Foot Shelf
I came of age as a bright-eyed student in the middle of another flare up of the canon wars. Not “cannon”, as in the large gunpowder piece of artillery that shoots steel balls between pirate ships. Not “Canon” the camera company, in some sort of field battle where photography equipment is launched across a field... Continue Reading →