Kenneth Sutton's aide-mémoire
Poets & Writers Magazine has a great article on literary criticism.
Clearly, critics and authors share a deep desire to maintain a culture that values reading and writing. “In the best of all possible worlds,” says Caldwell, “we’re all on the same side–toward the greater good of the novel or the cultural dialogue, or whatever you want to call it. “And while, as many admit, they sometimes fall short, critics, like all writers, seem to take their vocation seriously.
Very funny writing from the Boston Phoenix. (That is, if, like the author, you pay attention to where you are, where you came from, and where you’re going.)
Joseph Wu’s Origami Page is a cool origami site with some great links.
The Brick Testament is just too much! Don’t miss the instructions on marriage in the Epistles of Paul. (WARNING: adult content!)
Robert Jordan. The Wheel of Time Series, Book 9.
Why do I do this to myself? At least I won’t be buying number 10–I checked it out of the Medford Public Library.
Telegraph | Arts | However, thank you for your interest
But a book called Rotten Rejections, edited by Andr%uFF8E Bernard, makes you feel some pity for the people who sit in offices and make livings out of writers. For example, what is the correct response, on first looking into Gertrude Stein’s Ida? However lyrical and lapidary the work, you have to applaud the publisher who wrote back in Stein’s own voice: “Having only one life, I cannot read your MS three or four times. Not even one time. Only one look, only one look is enough. Hardly one copy would sell here. Hardly one. Hardly one.”
Last night I went to the Museum of Science with my friends Paul and Alanna, who have a telescope that they set up on the roof. Thousands of people were there in lines for the observatory and for the other telescopes. Early in the evening, all I could see (through the telescope) was an orange disk. By the end of the evening, when Mars was higher in the sky and it was darker, I could see the south polar ice cap as a tiny spot of brightness. Very exciting.
By Andrew Weil. Typically genial and radical opinions on healthy living.
By Dean Ornish. Sigh. My weight really is just too much. This is one of the low-to-no fat diets. Very badly written (and/or edited), with repetitive paragraphs as well as chapters. I’ve lent it out already.
> Why don’t we describe the last religious service
> we attended and then explain what was religious
> about it?
For those of you who have been reading along, you know I’m a Quaker. Yesterday at meeting for worship, I was a greeter. We meet in an old mansion on Beacon Hill, just around the corner from the UUA offices. (The house was given to “the Quakers†by a stranger in the forties or fifties. It’s now a residential community of about 20 as well as housing Beacon Hill Friends Meeting.) Because of the nature of the building, greeters stay near the (locked) door to open it in addition to welcoming people as they come in.
I propped the door open and sat on the sill to welcome late arrivals. Two couples came, and with whispered greetings I directed them to the parlor to wait for the second seating. (We ask late arrivals to wait and go in 15 minutes into meeting for worship, when the children and young people come out for First Day School.) When they went in to meeting, I continued to sit on the doorsill in case there were any really late arrivals (there was one). Even with interior doors open, it was impossible to hear any spoken messages, although I could tell there were two or three very near the end of the hour.
So on a beautiful, sunny day with a light breeze, I sat in the doorway sharing a sense of stillness and purpose with those gathered inside, until the meeting ended (with a traditional handshake for those inside), when I stepped inside for announcements and introductions.
I’d like to make a distinction between a “religious service†and an occasion when worship occurs. Friends would say that you can have a meeting for worship but that doesn’t guarantee that worship will occur; likewise, Quakers believe worship can occur anywhere, at any time.
It was religious in the sense of a religious service:
–by definition (an appointed meeting for worship within the Quaker tradition)
–by intention (those present aspired to an experience of the divine)
–by practice (it was rooted in and fostered a sense of connection; the service I was providing, though mundane, was essential in allowing people to connect).
My actual experience was also religious in the sense of worshiping (which I was not sure would be the case):
–by intent (I hoped that even sitting on the stoop I would feel a sense of connection to God and to the worshipers inside)
–by achievement (It was lovely. What a reminder of the goodness and fullness of life to sit quietly in enjoyment and to truly see a slice of the world. It was an occasion of feeling the numinous. It was atypical of my experience of Quaker worship in that the stimulus of the feeling was the external loveliness; usually, sitting in the meeting room, my attention is inwardly focused unless someone speaks. I felt a modest connection to those inside.)