I’ve discovered one of the seven wonders of the web, as one member calls it. No it’s not In-Your-Face Book. It’s The Library Thing (http://LibraryThing.com) You enter your books in minutes (because the details are automatically looked up from Amazon.com and Library of Congress) and you have a world class – no, and unprecedented class library cataloguing system.
Mmmmm … now all I have to do is find the API to export MyLibraryThing into Zotero. As soon as the term paper pressure is off and I’ve finished editing the Four Lions, I’ll rescue my other books from my proprietary online database.
In the meantime, back to “Movement in the Acts”…
While writing this, I was listening to “Rachmaninoff: Vespers 08: Khvalite Imya Gospodne – Praise the N” by Robert Shaw
I’ve discovered WorldCat (http://worldcat.org). Same as Librarything (http://librarything.com) except you don’t seem to have to pay to store more than 200 books. Different business model – links to Amazon.com – who knows? Telegram style blogging – I think it defeats the purpose, but anyway … Let’s just say this is where blog meets twitter. Blitter. I’m blittering.
I’ve also discovered The New Interpreter’s Bible series of commentaries. (Check it out at Amazon.com) Wow! Great! I can’t get enough of them. I sit for many minutes and just smell them. I’m in a moral crisis as to whether I shall expose their beautiful naked backs or leave their dusties on to protect them. If you understand, you understand. If not, okay, don’t pity me, for I’m happy this way.
Okay, since I’m supposed to be writing a paper right now, I’m first going to try and find out if there’s a limit on the number of books I can store on WorldCat.org. Will let you know.
Quote of the day:
In Mexico we have a word for sushi: Bait. – Jose Simon
While writing this, I was listening to “Bizet: Symphony #1 In C, Op. 88 – 1. Allegro Vivo” by Alfred Scholz; London Philharmonic Orchestra
While writing this, I was listening to “Hole Heart” by Arno Carstens
I’m a recent Mac convert. I’m writing full time, and I switched to a Mac about 5 months ago after my children and wife bought me a Mac Mini. This change was the kick in the pants my writing career needed.
The first thing that happened was that I started doing all my writing in Scrivener, in stead of Word. Word sucks mightily on OS X, as does every other member of the MS Office family. Word sucks bilge water off the back of dead sailors. Word sucks the petrified yolk out of paleolithic ostrich eggs. Word sucks the water out of Las Vegas right back into the Hoover dam. Word sucks like Electrolux … I’m sure you’re beginning to get the idea.
Next, the other pieces of my writing system began to fall into place. Scapple, a neat little mind mapper, complements Scrivener nicely. Not because it’s a great mind mapper, but because it’s so well integrated.
Aeon is a timeline maker, which makes sure the victim doesn’t turn up alive two days after she’d been murdered. A wonderful piece of programming.
Logos, calibre, a JSTOR subscription, ATLA databases through the Emory alumni, WorldCat, Piirus, and others constitute a vast research library. I honestly don’t have to leave the house anymore, except for grimoires, which one shouldn’t keep at home anyway.
Finally, for twenty bucks, Blogo gives me a very neat little blogging machine, so it seems even my blogging activities are getting a boost.
Overall, I’m as pleased as punch.
See you soon.
I haven’t posted in a long, long time. I’ve just been too darn sick. But now I’m better and looking forward to the future. I’ve been busy nonetheless.
I’m finishing off my new book, working title: “The Mystery Of Pain,” but I think it will go out into the world as “Walking Through The Valley Of Pain,” subtitled “A Journey In 365 Days.” I’ve worked on it for almost two years. It is a devotional (in other words, a quotation with commentary for every day of the year) written specially for people who battle chronic pain.
Chronic pain needs encouragement for every day of the year: it saps your life force all the time, so you have to replenish all the time. In fact, before you can even start replenishing, you have to come to terms with what is happening to you in the first place.
I cast the net wide. I have used quotations from everywhere. Any word of wisdom (or piece of scientific research) that can serve as inspiration was fair game. I then added my own comment, and ended with a prayer for the day. This I did 365 times. I’m exhausted but very satisfied. Now I pray that it might actually help people.
I haven’t decided yet whether I’m going to self-publish or submit it to a publishing house. Frankly, I’m out of patience with the outrageously long response times of most of the big houses. How long does it take to read five pages of a manuscript and toss it into the trash? Six months? Give me a break. But, as the presidential candidates say, I haven’t decided yet.
So here’s my little post, and stay tuned!
With thanks to http://www.tickld.com/x/100-wise-words-for-everyone-
I wish someone had made me learn these by heart before I left high school. In fact, before I entered high school … Memorize them. There will be a quiz.
- There are plenty of ways to enter a pool. The stairs is not one of them
- Never cancel dinner plans by text message.
- Don’t knock it till you try it.
4 . If a street performer makes you stop walking, you owe him a buck.
- Always use “we” when referring to your home team.
- When entrusted with a secret, keep it.
- Don’t underestimate free throws in a game of HORSE.
- Just because you can doesn’t mean you should .
- Don’t dumb yourself down.
- You only get one chance to notice a new haircut.
- If you’re staying more than one night, unpack.
- Never park in front of a bar.
- Expect the seat in front of you to recline. Prepare accordingly.
- Keep a picture of your first fish, first car, and first girl/boyfriend.
- Hold your heroes to a high standard .
- A suntan is earned, not bought.
- Never lie to your doctor.
- All guns are loaded.
- Don’t mention sunburns. Believe me, they know.
- The best way to show thanks is to wear it. Even if it’s only once.
- Take a vacation of your cell phone, internet, and TV once a year.
- Don’t fill up on bread, no matter how good .
- A handshake beats an autograph.
- Don’t linger in the doorway . In or out.
- If you choose to go in drag, don’t sell yourself short.
- If you want to know what makes you unique, sit for a caricature.
- Never get your haircut the day of a special event.
- Be mindful of what comes between you and the Earth. Always buy good shoes, tires and sheets.
- Never eat lunch at your desk if you can avoid it.
- When you’re with new friends, don’t just talk about old friends.
- Eat lunch with the new kids.
- When traveling, keep your wits about you. No matter where you are.
- It’s never too late for an apology.
- Don’t pose with booze. It’s unbecoming .
- If you have the right of way, TAKE IT.
- You don’t get to choose your own nickname.
- When you marry someone, remember you marry their entire family.
- Never push someone off a dock.
- Under no circumstances should you ask a woman if she is pregnant.
- It’s not enough to be proud of your ancestry, live up to it .
- Don’t make a scene.
- When giving a thank you speech, short and sweet is best.
- Know when to ignore the camera.
- Never gloat.
- Invest in great luggage.
- Make time for your mother on your birthday. It’s a special day for her too.
- When opening presents, no one likes a good guesser.
- Sympathy is a crutch. Never fake a limp.
- Give credit. Take blame.
- Suck it up every now and then.
- Never be the last one in the pool.
- Don’t stare .
- Address everyone that carries a firearm professionally .
- Stand up to bullies. You only have to do it once.
- If you’ve made your point, stop talking .
- Admit it when you’re wrong.
- If you offer to help don’t quit until the job is done .
- Look people in the eye when you thank them.
- Thank the bus driver .
- Never answer the phone at the dinner table .
- Forgive yourself for your mistakes.
- Know at least one good joke.
- Don’t boo.Even the ref is somebody’s son.
- Know how to cook one good meal.
- Learn to drive manual/stick shift.
- Be cool to younger kids. Reputations are built over a lifetime.
- It’s okay to go to the movies by yourself.
- Dance with your mother.
- Don’t lose your cool. Especially at work.
- Always thank the host.
- If you don’t understand, ask before it’s too late.
- Know the size of your girlfriend’s clothes.
- There is nothing wrong with a plain t-shirt .
- Be a good listener. Don’t just take your turn to talk.
- Keep your word.
- In college always sit near the front. You’ll stand our immediately and come grade time it will come in handy.
- Carry your mother’s bags. She carried you for 9 months.
- Be patient with airport security. They are just doing their job.
- Don’t be the talker in a movie.
- Women like men who shower .
- You are what you do. Not what you say.
- Learn to change tire.
- Be kind. Everyone has a hard fight ahead of them .
- An hour with grandparents is time well spent. Ask for advice when you need it.
- Don’t litter.
- If you have a sister, get to know her boyfriend. Your opinion is important.
- You won’t always be the strongest or fastest . But you can be the toughest .
- Never call someone before or after 9am and 9pm.
- Buy the orange properties in Monopoly.
- Make the little things count.
- Apologize when it’s appropriate, but never make excuses.
- There is a fine line between looking casual and looking like a slob. Find it.
- You’re never too old to need your Mom.
- Never talk about your military service unless specifically asked.
- Know the words to your national anthem.
- Your dance moves might not be t he best, but I promise making a fool of yourself is more fun than sitting on the bench alone .
- Smile at strangers.
- Make Goals.
- Being old is not dictated by your bedtime.
- If you HAVE to fight, punch first and punch hard.
What do you think? Anything to add? Feel free to leave a reply.
Blogging is fun. I honestly love it. And it’s less challenging than maintaining a website proper. But it still happens on a darned computer!
Here’s my quest: I want some WordPress plugin that will post a note to Facebook every time I publish a blog post. That’s simple. There are probably 50 plugins that do that. But I want to control the resulting Facebook post.That’s not so easy.
Here’s the reason I need to be in full control of my Facebook entries: my Facebook timeline is inhabited by my friends and family – not a bunch of strangers. I care deeply what I dish up for their consumption. I don’t want to annoy them or bore them. I don’t want them to think I’m cooky, although I am.
I’m sure such a WordPress plugin exists – I just don’t know about it. If you do, for heaven’s sake let me know! In the meantime, I’m going to update my Facebook page manually every time I post. Not that that gives me complete control, but then at least I can decide to post or not to post. (Yeah, I am going to do it. Wait for it …) To post or not to post. That is the question.
Our piece of land is our Declaration of Independence. No more store-bought eggs. In summer, no more tomatoes from some farm in California. Soon – no more milk, cheese, butter, cream, half-and-half, or yoghurt from the store. This is where we make our stand against man-made or natural disasters, economic collapses, or shortages and want.
We have been working this small piece of our Earth for almost 4 years now. It has resisted us and nourished us; hurt us and healed us. Now we are getting ready for the big push: The Cows. It may happen next month or next year. We’ll be working around obstacles, through them, under them, or over them. But we will get there. Our tools? Hard work and all the smarts we can muster.
All I can say is: watch this space . . .
The Medieval Philosopher Who Was Attacked and Mutilated
According to Wikipedia, the savior of millions of students, quoting the Chamber Biographical Dictionary, Pierre Abelard (1079 – 21 April 1142) was “the keenest thinker and boldest theologian of the 12th Century.” He was perhaps one of the founders of Medieval scholastic philosophy. But for a personality trait and an indiscretion, his life would have been as boring as, say, that of Thomas Aquinas.
Zero People Skills
First the personality trait. Pierre Abelard was a jackass. The man was superbly intelligent, his mind was a steel trap, and he was an orator who could wipe the floor with the brightest minds of his time. And he did! And his opponents did not like that – powerful opponents. In debates, he belittled and offended his opponents. Eventually his impressive corpus of haters hit him where he was most vulnerable: heresy. But before that, he had another Achilles heel: a woman.
A Steamy Love Affair, And How He Lost You Know What
Abelard’s indiscretion was a steamy love affair with the niece of a powerful man, the secular canon Fulbert. Héloïse was one of those curious phenomena of the Middle Ages: a woman who was intelligent and well educated, but would write letters saying: “But what do I, a poor, simple woman know?” Think of Hildegard of Bingen, who was the first woman who was allowed to preach in Europe and who told kings how to run their kingdoms. She did the same thing in her letters. Anyway, Abelard and Héloïse fell desperately, hopelessly in love. It was not a love affair between a nun and a monk. They were both free to get married. But they didn’t. But finally, Abelard’s past caught up with him – a band of men hired by some of his powerful enemies burst into his room one night and castrated him. That put a brutal and sudden halt to his career as a lover.
An Enduring Love Story
Abelard’s other career, that of teacher and philosopher, dragged on through trials and tribulations until his death in 1142. Later, Héloïse was buried next to him. In spite of an obviously abrasive personality, he left behind not only a brilliant oeuvre of philosophical works but one of the most beautiful love stories in the collective consciousness of Europe. To this day, forlorn lovers place flowers at the graves of Abelard and Héloïse in Paris.
Book review: Holy the Firm, by Annie Dillard.
This little book ranks as probably the best I’ve ever read. In any case, it’s a close tie with Buechner’s Godric. Annie Dillard is a mystic who earnestly searches for answers and gets a mystery instead.
In the first chapter of the book, Newborn and Salted, she establishes critical concepts of gods of days, salt and fire. The gods of days not only represent nature, but also randomness in the world – a randomness that ranges from the whimsical (a god dragged in by the cat) to blind destruction (a punk with a match in a barn). These gods will later be overshadowed by thoughts about the true God when the discourse turns to questions of immanence/emanence, theodicy and finally mystery.
Salt will turn out to be connected to Holy the Firm, and also represent the way in which “we” – especially artists and particularly the author – dissolve ourselves into this world to connect to the Absolute.
And fire – ah, that cruel and unforgettable description of the burning of the moth. The fire theme is strong: some of the gods play with matches, Rimbaud burned his brain out in his poems, the winged godlet’s hair was on fire, even the cat’s tail had to be put out. And later, of course, Julie Norwich gets burned in a plane crash, and will have to spend the rest of her life disfigured. The fate of this little girl, and the mystical union between the author, God and Julie, are main themes in the book.
Altogether, as I have indicated, the five stars in the standard rating system are insufficient for this book. As the cliché goes: You have to read it.