Weekend 267.0 (Unfinished Symphonies)
How does a bicycling monk spend his weekend? Started Saturday by biking to mass (need to do this more often) and then to a ribbon cutting ceremony for a new Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Books
Weekend 262.0
(1) A Soaring Space for Artifacts and Ideas (WSJ) (1a) Paper Machines: About Cards & Catalogs, 1548-1929 (1b) A quote from Paper Machines: An Interview with Markus Krajewski by Brian Continue Reading →
Weekend 260.0
Drinking coffee and scanning the journal before football (soccer)/cleats/biking. I love the quote from Eudora Welty; it’s a nice complement to the one last weekend from André Aciman. (1) How Continue Reading →
Weekend 257.0
Three from the journal, a **NEW** Mickey Mouse short, some lyrics, and a recap of the snowy US MNT World Cup Qualifier against Costa Rica in Denver. Also, still finishing Continue Reading →
Weekend 256.0
Books (1) Finding Florida: An exhaustive, sometimes disheartening chronicle of the rogues, connivers, hypocrites, scoundrels and thieves in Floridian history. (WSJ – Registration Required) (2) Guidebooks Go Niche: These three Continue Reading →
Weekend 255.0 (Content Outline)
On the heels of a rather brutal week at work, two industry-affirming articles from the journal: (1a) Bordellos for the Brain: The ups and (mostly) downs of conference mania (1b) Continue Reading →
Weekend 254.0 (Evening Shadow)
A couple of gems in the journal this weekend. (1) When Business Is All Fun and Games by Julia Flynn Siler “After buying the rights to a game, Mr. Hautemont Continue Reading →
Weekend 253.2
Compare & Contrast “This is an awareness that a student cannot really get from listening, however attentively, to lectures, no matter how skilled and sympathetic the lecturer. Nor is he Continue Reading →
Weekend 253.0 (Campo dei Fiori)
(1) David Gelernter has an excellent article in the Wall Street Journal (When Modern Art Came to America) behind the paywall that warrants closer scrutiny over a cup of coffee Continue Reading →
The Eternal City
“First, the color, which was not like the color of other cities I had been in. Not concrete color, not cold glass color, not the color of overburned brick or Continue Reading →