January 2011
14 posts
The way weather was meant to be written
One of the gems of the University of Southern Maine is Edward Gleason. In my ten years of working here, emails from him through the Daily Astronomer list serve and his weather updates have been highlights. I have never met the man, and in some way I might not want to. He is like this mythical folk hero to me. A rustic wizard on high sending out messages about the sky and portents to come through...
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"Cinderella Ate My Daughter" Book Review from NYT →
She describes a toy fair, held at the Javits Center in New York, at which the merchandise for girls seems to come in only one color: pink jewelry boxes, pink vanity mirrors, pink telephones, pink hair dryers, pink fur stoles. “Is all this pink really necessary?” Orenstein finally asks a sales rep.
“Only if you want to make money,” he replies.
I make a lot of things for kids - blankets,...
Found poem in instant messaging.
ya ya
i hate the phone
i hate the phone
i want it to choke on a bone
too many lentils
my stomach is revolting
boooooooo
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The idea spread like frost
over her tongue, breathing
sweet January into
candied clouds, she
whispered wordy crystals
of what needed to be said,
the clap of cold that had to be felt,
and of finding the way in the light absent.
