Civic minded entry this morning — Kansas City Star, KC to turn on fountains for another season today: Kansas City, they say, has more fountains than any other city in the world except Rome. Today’s the day they turn them all on.
Author Archives: ghw
protest-records
As I work this afternoon, I’m listening to free mp3s from
the Protest Records website created by Thurston Moore and Chris Habib. The site contains dozens of tracks, and I’ve downloaded nine, tracks that range from sound collages (“Total War,” “The Body is a System”) to ’60’s style folk tunes (“Go Down, Congress”, “Rogue State”) to hip-hop (“In a World Gone Mad”) to indie rock (Cat Power’s sublime tracks “Maybe Not” & “Rockets”).
I think you should go to the site and download the Scott Amendola Band cover of Bob Dylan’s “Masters of War.”
I think you should do this right now.
love in excess
Love in Excess (1719/1720), by Eliza Haywood, was one of the four best-selling novels in England during the first half of the eighteenth-century:
A while their lips were cemented! rivetted together with kisses, such kisses! as collecting every sence in one, exhale the very soul, and mingle spirits! Breathless with bliss, then would they pause and gaze, then joyn again, with ardour still encreasing, and looks, and sighs, and straining grasps were all the eloquence that either could make use of.
Possible reader responses:
- Hee-hee!
- No wonder the emerging genre of the novel was viewed with such suspicion at this time.
blogging with my palm
Exam day. Last 5 minutes of class. Finished the task I had set for myself while students take the test, so I thought I’d write an entry on my Palm. This is not moblogging, I assume, because I’m not posting from a portable device, just composinq. Will sync & post later from my laptop in the office. What do you call this?
ode to a car alarm
How brave you are, blaring
sometimes in the parking garage near my office,
sometimes near my apartment.
How wise of your owner to have installed you,
knowing that we, fellow citizens, would respond
to your clarion call,
your incessant bleat, whoop, and whonk.
See how we all drop what we are doing
and run to make sure that the car you protect
is safe, unstolen, and undamaged.
We are so relieved to know that all is well,
that it was just a misunderstanding.
What’s that?
You think you might be in danger again?