Dear Christian,
Thanks again for taking the time to put together the mix CD, Canadian Music for the Arros. While I knew that it would be arriving soon, I had no idea that you'd include such wonderful liner notes. It was a big surprise, and it put a smile on my face. No small task on a Monday morning.
Indeed, I am relieved to find that there are no Celine Dion or Anne Murray tracks. Thanks for that! Thanks, also, for allowing me to use your notes in upcoming blog entries. I think this little project will turn out to be fun and interesting.
I'm happy to hear that…
God help me, I knew all four of the factoids that open the article.
Dragonflies migrate. Who knew?
Who says bikes aren't the perfect urban vehicle? Not this suspect!
I tend not to link to the NYT because I think their paid-portal policy on their name pundits is dumb—essentially removing them from the public discourse. Then again, considering what many of those "names" write, they may have done the public a favor there.
But I digress. One thing I do enjoy is Eric Asimov's weekly exploration of different wines, beers, and liquors. It's frequently the high point of Wednesday's Dining section (pace Frank Bruni). I just read Asimov's blog entry for today and it's the best thing I've ever read by him. Add The Pour to my bookmarks column.
I put this one in so you could hear some of the Cash Brothers in action. It came up in the comments to an earlier blog entry, and was a big reason for wanting to send you this disc. Note: the pop in the beginning is on the CD; maybe something in the master.
This song sounds so familiar. Higher, higher. You take me where I want to go. I suppose I've heard it before — though I don't know for certain, it is possible — but it's more than that. This song feels familiar. This song is a killer. A tormentor.
I will not give you a penny more than you deserve
I don'… Joan C. Gratz's seven minute animated, um, trip through art—from La Gioconda to Chuck Close. It's 2D claymation from 1992, but it was new to me.
Bookmine book store has posted a list of stupid customer queries that sounds strangely familiar. When I used to work at Tower Classical, I received variations on these, ranging from "Do you have Taco Belle's Canon—with real cannon?" to "Do you have any records Mozart recorded before he died?"
Via Grow A Brain.
When it comes to guitar solos, apparently it is all in the way you hold your lips.
It's not all riches and gorgeous readers, you know.
As to whether great writing can only be the result of inspiration, I generally have to edit all that "inspiration" crap out of my final product. Most days I'd just settle for being comprehensible.
Via Blog of a Bookslut.
