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May 03, 2003

Bogged Down

The semester's winding up in a few weeks, and then I start my last term for my MLS. Between work and school and an attempt at a social life, sleep has gone down the tubes. Soon I order levitra need to conduct some serious research for an apartment in Atlanta, as well as a job. Scott's in full dissertation mode, so I need to pick up the slack for our upcoming move.

With graduation looming ahead, I'm suddenly terror-stricken. Sure I have paralegal experience, a tech services job in a law library, and an MLS, but is that enough in this economy, to land an entry-level position as a librarian?

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May 08, 2003

McCarthyism, Unsealed

Straight from the horse's mouth. Transcripts from the Executive Sessions of the Senate Permanent Subcommittee on Investigations of the Committee on Government Operations - aka the McCarthy hearings - are now available. These executive sessions were buy levitra chaired by Senator Joseph R. McCarthy, R-Wisc., from 1953-54, and have been under seal for the last 50 years. The five-volume set is now available and searchable online, and the material will also be distributed to federal depository libraries in both print and microfiche.

The transcripts include testimony from witnesses such as Aaron Copland, Langston Hughes, and the historian Herbert Aptheker, as well as government employees, labor organizers and army officers. Apparently McCarthy used these executive sessions in part to weed out those witnesses who levitra online wouldn't buckle under his questioning. Those witnesses who had more trouble articulating themselves, who were more easily overwhelmed, were called back for the public hearings. ["Auditioning for Senator McCarthy", NYTimes op-ed, 5/7/03]

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Code Poetica

I need to blog right now like I need a hole in the head. But what's another hole?

Stole this meme from Mike, and ran the Armoire through Rob's Amazing Poem Generator. It's addictive and appeals to my base literary pretensions.

Another lit toy : a William S. Burroughs Cut-Up Machine.

Also, the Postmodernism Generator, which gave me the pseudo-essay "Subcapitalist dialectic theory in the works levitra mastercard of Madonna" Opening sentences: "In the works of Madonna, a predominant concept is the concept of presemiotic narrativity. Geoffrey[1] implies that we have to choose between neocultural capitalism and cultural substructuralist theory."

Oh yeah - here's my generated poem.

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May 10, 2003

Stylin' & Racial Profilin'

Zeebah and I had a late lunch in the dining area at Grand Central. At times the City feels like one giant elevator, dense in population, with everyone studiously avoiding eye contact. There's a sense of immense privacy and anonymity here on the streets of Gotham, even as one weaves through the crowd. Because of the close quarters, we generally agree to leave each other to our bits of carved-out solitude.

We're desperately hungry and consumed with our own conversation. So we don't notice the older man sitting a few tables away until three NYPD and one National Guard show up. He's gray, balding, neatly attired in a simple button-down short-sleeved shirt tucked into khakis. He looked to have been reading his paper, the remnants of his lunch buy levitra sitting on the tabletop. I wondered aloud what was going on, and only after Zeebah points it out do I realize he is Middle Eastern. You can't sling your messenger bag without hitting somebody ethnic in NYC, so what's so suspicious about this person? He's not the homeless guy who will shuffle by shortly, rummaging at one of the nearby trash cans for a bit of someone's unwanted lunch, which we'll pretend we don't see.

We don't hear what's said to the man, but the result is that he haphazardly gathers his things together, muttering angrily in his language. His face is probably hot with indignation and embarrassment while the authorities stand there and the civilians are stealing glances. We look, we look at each other, we look away, we look again. The vegetable fried rice I'm having for lunch sits cold and lumpy in my stomach.

Still muttering, the man walks away, trailed briefly by an NYPD. The other three head back to wherever they were posted. They weren't even there to collect him, they just needed him to move along. Why? It's a public space, during public hours, a place to eat, drink, read, to pass the time while in transit to order levitra elsewhere. Who reported this man as suspicious, or did some uniform pass by on patrol and notice the man had been there, reading and eating like the rest of us, for more time than was deemed acceptable? Maybe something happened before we got there, who knows. On the face of it, though, the scene that we witnessed was just plain rotten.

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May 13, 2003

"It is a truth universally acknowledged..."

that if you poll the Brits for the "50 best loved novels written by a woman, past or present levitra online, in English and published in the UK" they must surely believe that Pride and Prejudice leaves everything else in the dust. Poor Charlotte Bronte, whose Jane Eyre came in at number two. She must be really peeved.

I reproduce the list below, for when the link inevitably goes dead.

The Top 40 Books by Women

1. Pride and Prejudice Jane Austen
2. Jane Eyre Charlotte Bronte
3. Wuthering Heights Emily Bronte
4. Middlemarch George Eliot
5. Rebecca Daphne du Maurier
6. Persuasion Jane Austen
7. Emma Jane Austen
8. Frankenstein Mary Shelley
9. Unless Carol Shields
10. To Kill a Mocking Bird Harper Lee
11. The Handmaid's Tale Margaret Atwood
12. White Teeth Zadie Smith
13. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone J K Rowling
14. Gone With the Wind Margaret Mitchell
15. To The Lighthouse Virginia Woolf
16. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire J K Rowling
17. The Poisonwood Bible Barbara Kingsolver
{18. Silas Marner George Eliot
{ Possession A S Byatt
{20. The Mill on the Floss George Eliot
{ The God of Small Things Arundhati Roy
22. Mrs Dalloway Virginia Woolf
{23. Bridget Jones' Diary Helen Fielding
{ Sense and Sensibility Jane Austen
25. The Blind Assassin Margaret Atwood
26. Chocolat Joanne Harris
27. The Shipping News E Annie Proulx
28. Little Women Louisa M Alcott
29. The Sea, The Sea Iris Murdoch
30. Family Bites Lisa Williams (fan site
{31. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets J K Rowling
{ The Shell Seekers Rosamund Pilcher
{33. Orlando Virginia Woolf
{ The Thornbirds Colleeen McCullough
{ I Capture the Castle Dodie Smith
{36. The Girl with the Pearl Earring Tracy Chevalier
{ Wide Sargasso Sea Jean Rhys
{ Oranges are not the Only Fruit Jeanette Winterson
{ Fingersmith Sarah Waters
{40. Clan of the Cave Bear Jean Auel
{ The Bell Jar Sylvia Plath
42. The Secret History Donna Tartt
{43. Five Quarters of the Orange Joanne Harris
{ Beloved Toni Morrison
{ Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban J K Rowling
46. Bel Canto Ann Patchett
47. The Bell Iris Murdoch
48. Regeneration Pat Barker
{49. The Bone People Kery Hulme
{ The Color Purple Alice Walker

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May 16, 2003

Investing With Mrs. Bennett

Guy Monson, a fund manager at Sarasin, a fund-management group, has written "The Wisdom of Mrs Bennet," (Sarasin Investment Comment, April 2003). In this paper he levitra online uses Pride & Prejudice to "illustrate the similarities in the investment climate between the early 19th century and the beginning of the 21st." ("Cents and sensibility," The Economist, 5/15)

Mrs. Bennett's nerves would be quite excitable in this economy, I daresay. Thanks, Zeebah, for the link!

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Going to Siberia for BABB.

Going to Siberia for BABB. Cheap beer and face time with bloggers. I think I will know at least three people there, so maybe I won't stare at the floor so much this time.

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May 19, 2003

"There is no Melville Huey"

Sayeth Jim Heckel, director of the library in Great Falls, Montana, where a brood of ducklings have hatched in the library's plaza. (The nest was discovered several weeks ago, and the mother duck had been seen swimming in the plaza fountain.) He named one of the ducklings after Melville Dewey, father of the Dewey decimal system (although today libraries tend to use the Library of Congress system). However, he won't stand for any of the other ducklings to be named Huey or Louie: "Instead, he suggest[s] that they be numbered -- 598.41, 598.42, 598.43 and so on -- after the location in the library where duck books are found."

["Library Makes Way for Ducklings" - AP via CNN, 5/16]

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Hiding out in Siberia

The latest BABB was lovely. Met up with Zeebah, Hands Free, Mike, Gak, our evening's host, Paul Frankenstein, and many others. Paul has posted some photos. Really, I'm not advertising for Red Stripe beer, I just happened to look up when this was shot.

Siberia, has a nondescript, sidedoor sort of entrance, unmarked except for a red light above it. The place was dark, we were all aglow in the wash of red lighting, there was scattered seating. A dive, yet a little too spacious, so people spread out a bit. Not the same crush, though, as we experienced at Zanzibar.

Also a good place to lay low, so it would seem. Today's PageSix reports that Jayson Blair, the disgrace of the Old Gray Lady, was there when he was supposed to have been in West Virginia interviewing Private Jessica Lynch's family.

JAYSON Blair ruined his career by fabricating tales and plagiarizing stories in the New York Times, but at least he was having fun doing it. We hear the disgraced reporter was spotted at Hell's Kitchen hotspot Siberia talking on his cell phone and taking notes around the same time he was supposed to be in Palestine, W. Va., covering the story of freed POW Jessica Lynch. But when a bartender asked about something reading "West Virginia" in Blair's pile of papers, the Timesman refused to talk about it.
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Lulu, the Library Fairy

Lulu the Library Fairy

This is Lulu. She’s a hip & modern fairy. She’s the life of the party and the Mistress of Ceremony. She’s a Library User too. When you spot her on the street, you know your favorite branch library is back in business. Back in the business of feeding your curiosity for books, your hunger for words, and all for free. Because words ARE free, books ARE food — it’s Free Food at your Seattle Public Library branch!

According to the press release, Lulu's skin is "the color of a lime popsicle" and her tutu is "brightly decorated with orange, fuschia and purple sequins." Apparently she's already a hit with both children and gays in Seattle's Capitol Hill neighborhood.


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May 20, 2003

Whirlwind Weekend

We drove into the city on Saturday, a rare event, both driving in and Scott taking a rare day off. Did the record show, picked up some used cds. Afterwards, Scott went off on a movie binge - the documentary Only the Strong Survive and Guy Maddin's Dracula.

I met up with Mike and we caught a performance of La Boheme, as envisioned by Baz Luhrmann. Absolutely amazing. I've never been to an opera before, so it was my first experience with supertitles. Beautiful and garish, manic and tragic - the production just took my breath away. However, I did refrain from purchasing a pink beret [the token Rodolfo bestows upon Mimi when love was first in bloom] at the souvenir booth. Thanks, Mike, for going to see this with me. Otherwise I'd probably have missed it and then sorely regretted it.

Just as soon as that was over, I hoofed it down to the parking garage, where I met up with Scott and we headed off to West Nyack, an area north of the city, for a surprise party at Dave & Buster's for our friend Adam, who's just finished his master's degree. It was so cool - all his family flew in from out of town, and he was totally, totally surprised. We ran late, so we didn't get to see the look of shock on his face, but we did get to hang out for a bit.

I've never been to a D&B. I really, really suck at most of the games, although I did find one video game that could turn me into an addict. Something called Chip Away, which is sort of like Tetris. I could totally blow tons of money playing that one. After that, a bite to eat, and then the trek home. Unfortunately, my navigation skills went AWOL, so that I directed us into Jersey instead of Long Island. Fortunately we had just enough money for all the tolls.

Sunday, I headed into Brooklyn to meet up with Jen to stroll around her neighborhood. Brunch at a new French cafe/bistro in her neigborhood, where the staff was French and people went out of their way to speak varying degrees of French. We also saw Down With Love, which was adorable. Renee Zellweger is still way too scrawny - if she still had some curves she wouldn't have had to exaggerate her strut as much. She has a scene near the end in which she delivers at least a five-minute monologue without any cuts - wow. Ewan Mcgregor has been sending my heart aflutter for some time, and he succeeded once again. He really does have a lovely singing voice.

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May 23, 2003

How do you spell death? B-a-y-e-r

Proof that corporate evil is a redundant phrase: "2 Paths of Bayer Drug in 80's: Riskier Type Went Overseas" [Walt Bogdanich and Eric Koli, Business sec., New York Times, 5/22/03]. Please, please read this. But I'll attempt a summary below.

Cutter Biological, a division of Bayer, sold Factor VIII concentrate, a blood-clotting medicine for hemophiliacs. This medicine was made from donated plasma, but at the time this product was made, the AIDS epidemic was just breaking out, and the connection hadn't been made that blood could transmit the virus. No screening test for AIDS was available yet. So a person using this tainted medicine was likely to contract the virus, suffer full-blown AIDS, and die. According to the article:

In the United States, AIDS was passed on to thousands of hemophiliacs, many of whom died, in one of the worst drug-related medical disasters in history. While admitting no wrongdoing, Bayer and three other companies that made the concentrate have paid hemophiliacs about $600 million to settle more than 15 years of lawsuits accusing them of making a dangerous product.

By heat-treating the blood product, however, the virus was "undetectable," virtually destroyed. This safer version was sold in the West, because the original product was no longer marketable. But there was an overstock of the the older, contaminated medicine, and Cutter offloaded what it could in Asia and Latin America. Moreover, Cutter continued to make the contaminated product for several months after the newer, safer medicine was available. The litigation involving American hemophiliacs generated the Cutter documents, including a telex that indicated "the company had several fixed-price contracts and believed that the old product would be cheaper to produce."

The article quotes various individuals who were involved in some way, corporate, officially, or medically. But the ones that stand out are the people who have either contracted the virus from the tainted medicine or those who've lost loved ones:

Li Wei-chun said her son, who died in 1996 at the age of 23, was one of the hemophiliacs in Hong Kong who got AIDS after using that product. "They did not care about the lives in Asia," Ms. Li said in a recent interview. "It was racial discrimination.".

And again:

The delay [in obtaining the new medicine] harmed more than just the hemophiliacs, said Mrs. Li, the mother of the young hemophiliac who died of AIDS in 1993. Infected with a terrible and still mysterious disease, hemophiliacs were often shunned by family, friends and employers.

"It was the immoral drug company that caused some families to fall apart," she said. "They blamed and tortured each other. It was better to die than to live."

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May 26, 2003

Lost the boyfriend, kept the music

Luka Bloom

Some things are to be gleaned from past relationships. On Election Night in '92 I saw Luka Bloom at the Georgia Theater. I didn't know anything about him, except that he was an Irish folk rock singer who was a good guitar player, according to the musician BF. I dutifully accompanied the BF to see this guy; tickets were something ridiculous, like $5. I was totally blown away, completely lost in his music.

In all the times I've seen Luka play, it's always been just him and a guitar. But "folk rock" isn't really an apt description for his music. His songs are frantic, muscular, loud and manic. They're lyrical arrows aimed straight at the heart. The way he plays guitar I'm surprised his strings don't break. He's a fantastic performer - he's very social with the audience, and he moves about the stage with a wild energy. His passionate, keening vocals sound equally at home across a foggy, heathered moor or echoing through a rainy cityscape.

His musical interests range far and wide. When I first saw Luka, he did covers of L.L. Cool J's "I Need Love" and Prince's "When the Doves Cry." Good covers do something with the songs; they don't just ape the originals. Luka made them sound wholly new.

Since that first show, I've seen him at Variety Playhouse when he toured in support of his album Turf, again with the musician bf. Goof that I am, I stuck around afterwards to get my copy of Riverside, his first album, signed, and he was awfully sweet to do so. When I first moved here several years ago, he played Irving Plaza. I couldn't get anyone to go with me, so I went on my own and just hung out with the people I met there - it was another great show that had the crowd whooping and stomping their feet. Saturday, I dragged my friend Mike to see Luka at the Village Underground, an intimate, crowded venue - the perfect place to see a show, where the musician is barely yards away, almost on a level with the crowd.

That's another thing about Luka Bloom and his shows - people don't stand around, their arms crossed, looking bored out of their minds and being too cool for school, not even jaded New Yorkers. Your head and hips are moving in time before you've even realized your body's in motion.

Saturday night, Luka's whole catalog was up for grabs: "Black is the Colour," "Sunny Sailor Boy," "You Couldn't Have Come at a Better Time." It was Bob Dylan's birthday, so he did a cover of "The Water is Wide." A woman named Tracey held up a cell phone so her husband could hear him play. [Aside: This is quite possibly one of the most annoying uses of the cell phone. Why don't we just bring back cigarette lighters?] Luka said to Chris, the husband, "I'm playing this song for your wife, and she may not be coming home tonight." He did U2's "Bad" as well, and in the encore, "I Need Love." He remarked to Tracey, "I notice your cell phone's not on" which cracked us up. Towards the end of the show, Luka gave the lucky gal the flowers that adorned a small table onstage.

All in all, another great evening with Mr. Bloom. Mike's a convert; always a treat to introduce someone to good music. I need to catch up on his catalog. And I need to remember this show the next time I dither about whether or not to see him again.

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May 28, 2003

Happy Birthday, Neil!

Belated birthday wishes to Neil Finn, who turned 44 yesterday. Please come back and play some more gigs, good sir!

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Sonic Bender in Progress

Luka Bloom was only the beginning of my current musical binge. Met up with Mike at the Bowery Ballroom to catch Lucinda Williams last night. Lu sported blonde, eye-skimming, layered, feathery locks, a tiny tank top, lowrider jeans with a humongous silver belt buckle, and a big Celtic-animal looking tattoo on her upper arm. Lord, I hope I'm that hot when I'm fifty. Seriously, though, what a great, raspy voice. Love the lyrics and the twang of her songs. "Ventura," one of her newer tunes, just pulled me into the "ocean of love" that she sings about. Yes, Lady C is a sap and not three songs in she was brushing away tears. Impressions: bluesy, rootsy, rocky - Lucinda Williams makes the kind of music that you pop in the tape deck as you drive down a dusty two lane back road. And if she can work Nacogdoches somewhere into a song, just because she can, more power to her.

Great venue for a show - good sound, and you can get up close to the stage if you want. Apparently it's a good place to spot the boldface names, but as some of you know by now, that's not really my forte.

Tonight, it's Suzanne Vega, same venue, sure to be another great show.

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May 29, 2003

Reading Room in Bryant Park

Yet another reason Bryant Park is a gem: the park is reinstating its Reading Room. Starting in June, you'll be able to sign out books and periodicals (donated by publishers) and read them in the park. They're interviewing volunteers to staff the project as well - I really wish I could do this. Interestingly, the Reading Room first originated during the Depression, when many people were out of work and needed something to do, someplace to go, that was affordable, or rather, free. Men in business suits probably left home to "head to the office" and spent their days combing the classifieds or reading the classics. Sadly, such circumstances are way too close to home for people right now. [See also "A Reading Room Returns to Bryant Park", Glenn Collins, New York Times, Metro sec.]

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Lord of the Rings, the Musical. One could argue, I suppose,
that the epic tales Tolkien drew upon for his own saga, were orated by bards in the halls of warrior lords and their vassals. Does this mean, though, that we really need "a cast of 50, lavish sets and a full orchestra" to present this story to the world again? Between the books and Peter Jackson's films (oh, ok, and the cheesy animated ones too), I think that's more than plenty, thanks.

[Via Paul Frankenstein]

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