some thoughts regarding being ghosted...
http://blog.myspace.com/dkb1116
check it, ya know ya wanna!
22 January 2007
Cost of Depression, Global Issue
Well just in case you happen to have scads of money and are looking for something to do, there is something of interest that you can attend!
| Soaring Economic Costs from Depression
a Global Issue |
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| What: | Dr. Thomas R. Insel, Director, NIMH, will present on the prevalence and global burden of depression, its enormous economic impact, and new advances in treatment at the World Economic Forum annual meeting. Depression is the leading cause of medical disability for people worldwide age 15-44 according to the World Health Organization’s World Health Report on the global burden of disease. Depression is common among the world’s population, resulting in significant economic costs. Dr. Insel will also participate in two additional sessions — one that focuses on funding for mental health research and innovation, and another that addresses urbanization from a public health perspective. |
| Why: | The World Economic Forum Annual Meeting, “Shaping the Global Agenda — The Shifting Power Equation.” The World Economic Forum is an independent international organization committed to improving the state of the world by engaging leaders in partnerships to shape global, regional and industry agendas (http://www.weforum.org/en/events/AnnualMeeting2007/index.htm). The annual meeting is the Forum’s flagship event that engages leaders from business, politics, religious groups and non-government organizations to shape the global, regional and industry agendas. |
| When: | January 24-28, 2007 |
| Where: | Davos, Switzerland |
| More Info: | To arrange for an interview contact Mary Partlow, NIMH Press Office, 301-443-4536. Dr. Insel will be available for interview on-site or by phone. |
18 January 2007
Bringing tears to my eyes
I've been feeling out of sorts for awhile now. There are many small
reasons contribute to this off kilter sense of being. Taken
individually, or even in managable groupings, I might usually stride
right along. But taken as a rabid pack, the overwhelming image of
flounding in their wake seems apt.
Just yesterday, I had eMailed a friend of mine, who is very familiar with all the goings-on at this time. She has first hand knowledge of all the ins/outs of my particular positions and situations that occur within the realm of NAMI. Plus, she embraces all the other oddities of being me. I didn't have to say much about me, other than to say that 'here it is, this is how i am today' brief line or two. In fact, I've probably written more in this post thus far about me than I did in yesterday's eMail!
The thing that choked me up, with emotional responses of relief, acceptance, and comfort was so simple. It was a statement that I myself had made to her, awhile back. When she was feeling similar doubts, weariness, exasperation, and smallness; I had told her something that I believe. It is awesome that she calls my words to mind, and that they reassure her. That means so much to me. And, this is some of my own medicine that I'll gladly take. Thanks for the reminder, sweeterpea.
Here it is:
To repeat what you said to me, which I often remember, with great encouragement "you are more than enough because you are mindful." And you are.
Just yesterday, I had eMailed a friend of mine, who is very familiar with all the goings-on at this time. She has first hand knowledge of all the ins/outs of my particular positions and situations that occur within the realm of NAMI. Plus, she embraces all the other oddities of being me. I didn't have to say much about me, other than to say that 'here it is, this is how i am today' brief line or two. In fact, I've probably written more in this post thus far about me than I did in yesterday's eMail!
The thing that choked me up, with emotional responses of relief, acceptance, and comfort was so simple. It was a statement that I myself had made to her, awhile back. When she was feeling similar doubts, weariness, exasperation, and smallness; I had told her something that I believe. It is awesome that she calls my words to mind, and that they reassure her. That means so much to me. And, this is some of my own medicine that I'll gladly take. Thanks for the reminder, sweeterpea.
Here it is:
To repeat what you said to me, which I often remember, with great encouragement "you are more than enough because you are mindful." And you are.
17 January 2007
Telling it like it is, preface
Each time that I have attempted to add an entry, I've failed. It isn't some technical glitch of my dial-up, my service provider, nor AOL/AIM journals. It's because of me.
It has been a long time, months, since I posted here (or anywhere) with regularity and frequency. So now I have no idea where to start. It is rather overwhelming, to pick up some threads that are in the midst of the weaving and try to follow things to the start or the finish. I feel much like when I first began the whole blogging process. That I would need to pluck and begin in the middle, and not worry overly much about explaining all the circumstances and the reasons and provide all the background and foreground. It's enough to provide the middle ground.
Even that does not need to be complete.
It has been a long time, months, since I posted here (or anywhere) with regularity and frequency. So now I have no idea where to start. It is rather overwhelming, to pick up some threads that are in the midst of the weaving and try to follow things to the start or the finish. I feel much like when I first began the whole blogging process. That I would need to pluck and begin in the middle, and not worry overly much about explaining all the circumstances and the reasons and provide all the background and foreground. It's enough to provide the middle ground.
Even that does not need to be complete.
09 January 2007
Potter's Holly How as seen through Albert's eyes
Hello!
I've posted an entry elsewhere that you may want to visit. It is about a story I just finished reading, "The Tale of Holly How" by Susan Witting Albert. That's the second in "The Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter" series.
I've posted an entry elsewhere that you may want to visit. It is about a story I just finished reading, "The Tale of Holly How" by Susan Witting Albert. That's the second in "The Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter" series.
02 January 2007
resolving
If I had solved the problem in the first place, I wouldn't be faced with resolving. Oh, wait, THAT'S not what I was going to focus on...the resolving of resolutions, such as the popular New Year's Resolution...k, here we go!
On one hand, I think that resolutions as a whole suck. For one digit, they are usually some grand noble idea that doesn't actually have a chance of becoming realized. Self-defeating. On another digit (same hand), if I am going to make a change of some sort (either to begin doing or to cease doing), then why oh why would I wait til the newest year to do so? Why put it off? Just do it (or not, depending).
On the other hand, the new year is a beginning that many seem to acknowledge and as such may serve as a fine reminder to self-reflect and evaluate, for those who do not typically tend to indulge in those thinking processes. If that sounds sorta snobbish, that's cuz it is. Being snobbish doesn't mean that it is without merit, though.
On a slightly different note (would that be the ear then?), I am settling back into my routine after having been gone for over three weeks. My animals are glad to see me, and I them. They all need bathes in the worst way. Shaddow has been running through the fields, swimming in swampy ponds, and getting into all manner of situations. Ziggee has been keeping her company. Stella has herself a staunch case of worms and fleas (from which the worms came). They have all been treated today, but I need to have a go at it again (sorta like resolving, see cuz i didn't do it right the first time, the problem is still needing to be solved, this time i ought to buy the right medicine for the right type of worms, sillee me).
Hope all of you are having a fine new year thus far.
On one hand, I think that resolutions as a whole suck. For one digit, they are usually some grand noble idea that doesn't actually have a chance of becoming realized. Self-defeating. On another digit (same hand), if I am going to make a change of some sort (either to begin doing or to cease doing), then why oh why would I wait til the newest year to do so? Why put it off? Just do it (or not, depending).
On the other hand, the new year is a beginning that many seem to acknowledge and as such may serve as a fine reminder to self-reflect and evaluate, for those who do not typically tend to indulge in those thinking processes. If that sounds sorta snobbish, that's cuz it is. Being snobbish doesn't mean that it is without merit, though.
On a slightly different note (would that be the ear then?), I am settling back into my routine after having been gone for over three weeks. My animals are glad to see me, and I them. They all need bathes in the worst way. Shaddow has been running through the fields, swimming in swampy ponds, and getting into all manner of situations. Ziggee has been keeping her company. Stella has herself a staunch case of worms and fleas (from which the worms came). They have all been treated today, but I need to have a go at it again (sorta like resolving, see cuz i didn't do it right the first time, the problem is still needing to be solved, this time i ought to buy the right medicine for the right type of worms, sillee me).
Hope all of you are having a fine new year thus far.
31 December 2006
Happy Newest Year!
M. C. Escher
I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.
While I, like many of you, have been hither and thither over the past few weeks; I've been thinking lots. As the new year progresses, I will most likely be posting more here. So, everyone have a safe and fun new year's eve. I'll be seeing you on the flip side.04 November 2006
Over there, over there
Hi everyone!! Since the trend has been one entry per month (snicker), I figured I best write this one before I forget. Actually, about a week ago I started this accnt: http://www.myspace.com/dkb1116
Most services are bundled there so I have a home-page which includes links to my(space) blog, my(space) im'ing, my(space) email, etc. I'm still poking around to see what sorts of features and options are available. What is so very cool is, it's free and I like free!
Hope you stop by and visit for a spell, but I also understand if you don't get around to it. I try to keep up with the goings on and doings in J-land, but it is mostly thru the eMailed alerts. So, there are some things that I haven't a clue on. I also use changenotes for non-alerted pages. However, changenotes seems to be nonfunctional lately.
Please know that sometimes, I may read your blog, but don't leave a comment. I'm not always in a chatty frame of mind and can't always think of what to say. It is in no way a reflection of your blog, it's a reflection of my mind!
Do take care, be safe, stay comfortable, and have a very happy holiday season!
Most services are bundled there so I have a home-page which includes links to my(space) blog, my(space) im'ing, my(space) email, etc. I'm still poking around to see what sorts of features and options are available. What is so very cool is, it's free and I like free!
Hope you stop by and visit for a spell, but I also understand if you don't get around to it. I try to keep up with the goings on and doings in J-land, but it is mostly thru the eMailed alerts. So, there are some things that I haven't a clue on. I also use changenotes for non-alerted pages. However, changenotes seems to be nonfunctional lately.
Please know that sometimes, I may read your blog, but don't leave a comment. I'm not always in a chatty frame of mind and can't always think of what to say. It is in no way a reflection of your blog, it's a reflection of my mind!
Do take care, be safe, stay comfortable, and have a very happy holiday season!
03 October 2006
Flight 93
I'm watching some of the bonus features from the movie "Flight 93". I will watch the film later, with my guy. Below is a re-post from Monday 19 June 06.
In memory of:
Bernard Curtis Brown, Sarah Clark, Asia Cottom, James Debeuneure, Rodney Dickens, James Joe Ferguson, Ann Judge, and Hilda Taylor.
Imagine yourself as an eleven year old, a student in fifth or sixth grade, from DC. You have been selected as one of three students in your area to travel to the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary, near Santa Barbara, California. Imagine how wonderfully excited you would be to have this opportunity.
James Joe Ferguson, Director of the National Geographic Education Outreach Program, contacts John Fahey, Jr. (the President of the National Geographic Society) on Monday 10 September 2001 to verify some details regarding the educational trip. Fahey knows that Ferguson has tried his best to make this perfect in every way. The following morning, Ferguson meets Ann Judge, travel office manager for the National Geographic Society, at the airport. She has been on several trips that she helped to coordinate for National Geographic and is looking forward to meeting these three children and their teachers that will be flying with them to California.
American Airlines Flight 77 would never land in California. That morning, 11 September 01, it crashed into the Pentagon. There were 64 people aboard. Included were three students, age 11, who no longer would have soaring educational futures.
Asia Cottom, Backus Middle School student, was accompanied by her teacher, Sarah Clark, on this trip which was sponsored by the National Geographic Society. Bernard Curtis Brown and Rodney Dickens were students at Leckie Elementary School, accompanied by teachers Hilda Taylor and James Debeuneure (he taught fifth grade at Ketchum Elementary).
Please show some compassion for the victims of 9/11. Visit this site for more information. Read about the individuals, see their pictures, place yourself in their shoes, and let this moment in history become real for you.
In memory of:
Bernard Curtis Brown, Sarah Clark, Asia Cottom, James Debeuneure, Rodney Dickens, James Joe Ferguson, Ann Judge, and Hilda Taylor.
Imagine yourself as an eleven year old, a student in fifth or sixth grade, from DC. You have been selected as one of three students in your area to travel to the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary, near Santa Barbara, California. Imagine how wonderfully excited you would be to have this opportunity.
James Joe Ferguson, Director of the National Geographic Education Outreach Program, contacts John Fahey, Jr. (the President of the National Geographic Society) on Monday 10 September 2001 to verify some details regarding the educational trip. Fahey knows that Ferguson has tried his best to make this perfect in every way. The following morning, Ferguson meets Ann Judge, travel office manager for the National Geographic Society, at the airport. She has been on several trips that she helped to coordinate for National Geographic and is looking forward to meeting these three children and their teachers that will be flying with them to California.
American Airlines Flight 77 would never land in California. That morning, 11 September 01, it crashed into the Pentagon. There were 64 people aboard. Included were three students, age 11, who no longer would have soaring educational futures.
Asia Cottom, Backus Middle School student, was accompanied by her teacher, Sarah Clark, on this trip which was sponsored by the National Geographic Society. Bernard Curtis Brown and Rodney Dickens were students at Leckie Elementary School, accompanied by teachers Hilda Taylor and James Debeuneure (he taught fifth grade at Ketchum Elementary).
Please show some compassion for the victims of 9/11. Visit this site for more information. Read about the individuals, see their pictures, place yourself in their shoes, and let this moment in history become real for you.
01 September 2006
Chain Reaction
John discusses his high score for the game chain reaction and asks how the readers did. I dallied with it for a bit and here's my high score: 1637
I couldn't capture the page as he did, though I certainly tried! sigh. rats-a-frassen. Or as he would say, "argen fargen!" Playing the game was less frustrating then the failed attempts to transfer the image so that I could share a shot of the game!
I couldn't capture the page as he did, though I certainly tried! sigh. rats-a-frassen. Or as he would say, "argen fargen!" Playing the game was less frustrating then the failed attempts to transfer the image so that I could share a shot of the game!
31 August 2006
literary licenssssse
Well, ya just know it hadda happen. And ya know it hadda happen to me. Cuz it's all about ME.
(by the way, how are ya?)
Last year, or the year before, so many seasons, so many infestations, pft, who knows when it happened?
Anyway, I had skinks in my office. Well not IN my office, they lived in between the outer metal siding and
inner panelling of my trailer, ya know in the walls. They would push their way up through a little hole in
the window sill and sun themselves, basking in the luxurious heat trapped between the outer window and
the inner plastic that I covered my window frame with. They were a lovely pair, the male had a red waddle,
ya know, that loose skin that hangs beneath your chin in the neckish area. Well, not YOUR neck; my neck,
the skink's neck, and my paternal grandmother had 3 of them (she was really really fat, short, but fat).
I was not terribly fond of them though, waddles nor skinks. So my landlord came up and filled the hole with
liquid expanding foam that is stickier than shit (well,i would assume so, but i could be wrong, cuz i don't
really feel shit very often and ya know they DO say "slicker than shit" too, so how can something by stickier
AND slicker, i dunno and anyway why would they use shit as a reference point?). But when the Great Stuff
(that is what it is called, really. comes in a red can, with yellow script and once ya start to use it, that's it, the
can can not be used again. it truly is a one shot deal) dries, it hardens into a dense foam that rivals
styrofoam and is a great insulator. Plus it plugs up holes.
So, today, imagine how fast I skedaddled from my lil nappage post when I awoke eye to uhm eye?
with a reptilian critter today. Sssssssssssslim SSssssssssssssslender, the snake, dropped by to visit,
very neighborly of him. And I do mean neighborly in the true sense as he is living between my walls,
like the skink family had. Once he realized that I was lesssssss than charmed (i'm sure), he
ssssssslithered back from whence he came, rather fasssssssssst.
SSssssssssssseee, it'ssssssss like thisssssssssss...
I have two sets of large windows in my living space. The set behind Shaddow's ssssssofa
hassssssssss a rotted corner in the sssssssill and Sslim Ssslender came up through the hole,
wadded his entire sssssslinky ssssvelte sssself into the space and basssssssked in the
ssssssssssun. Except for one problem, the plastic is not used to that sort of stressss
and a few of the staples came loose and that snake just poked his head and uhm neck?
around the edge and peered at me til i woke up (cuz i get that
don't-stare-at-me-while-i-am-sleeping thing, cuz staring at someone while they are sleeping
may SEEM cute and sweet and romantic, but it's just downright creepy).
I do live on a farm, but dude! i don't particularly care for critters to startle me when napping
and things like that. no, can't be having that. i mean, what's next? are they gonna wanna
snuggle up to me for warmth? no, no, and no, thank you. i drawn the line at my
sssssssssspace being invaded to THAT degree. i mean, there are a few privileged
critters that get to snuggle with me; shaddow, ziggee, and my guy.
i think that's enough.
ssssssssso there it isssssssss, that'ssssssss my sstory n imma ssstickin to it.
19 August 2006
well, alright, then...
i was gonna skip this whole shindig-do but, since andi is trolling the red carpet, i thought i'd kick it up a bit...THIS is so me.
except, ya know, i'd bust my ass...in those killer boots...but virtually? no problem! oh, change out the black ribbon in the boots to match the russet ribbon in the corsetted dress, just for THIS J-Land-do. no jewelry needed as anyone who knows me knows my tats are well-suited for this dress.
my ride? buell blast, baby!
except, ya know, i'd bust my ass...in those killer boots...but virtually? no problem! oh, change out the black ribbon in the boots to match the russet ribbon in the corsetted dress, just for THIS J-Land-do. no jewelry needed as anyone who knows me knows my tats are well-suited for this dress.
my ride? buell blast, baby!
13 August 2006
Commercial Dispatch, NAMI, and Me
If you've been wondering what I've been up to lately...wonder no mo'! Sunday's paper features me, my story, NAMI, and even a pic of my lil Ziggee. Check it out!
03 August 2006
Occupying my time
whilst losing sleep.
Georgee Porgee puzzles me.
I'm gonna just assume that the story we've hear is true. Georgee Porgee did kiss the girls. They did cry. Georgee did run away when the boys came out to play.
But, dudes, why?
Why did the girls cry? Was Georgee's breath really that bad? Perhaps the girls' tears were joyous. It could be that Georgee's technique was THAT good. We don't know.
Why did Georee run? Was he afraid of the competition? Or was he running to kiss the next group of girls before the rest of the boys caught onto his prowess?
What's the damn deal about the pudding and pie anyway? I mean, what does that have to do with anything? The pudding and pie are not referred to again, later. Was it pudding and pie as in sweets? Perhaps the girls cried because his teeth were decayed from the high sugar content. But, maybe the pudding and pie were of the entry variety. I know meat pies, shepard's pie, chicken pot pie, and other sorts of "pie" that are certainly not dessert oriented. But, what does it matter in the grand scheme of Georgee's kissing spree?
I wish I knew. Cuz maybe it'd help me sleep. But that there Georgee, he doesn't kiss and tell.
Georgee Porgee puzzles me.
I'm gonna just assume that the story we've hear is true. Georgee Porgee did kiss the girls. They did cry. Georgee did run away when the boys came out to play.
But, dudes, why?
Why did the girls cry? Was Georgee's breath really that bad? Perhaps the girls' tears were joyous. It could be that Georgee's technique was THAT good. We don't know.
Why did Georee run? Was he afraid of the competition? Or was he running to kiss the next group of girls before the rest of the boys caught onto his prowess?
What's the damn deal about the pudding and pie anyway? I mean, what does that have to do with anything? The pudding and pie are not referred to again, later. Was it pudding and pie as in sweets? Perhaps the girls cried because his teeth were decayed from the high sugar content. But, maybe the pudding and pie were of the entry variety. I know meat pies, shepard's pie, chicken pot pie, and other sorts of "pie" that are certainly not dessert oriented. But, what does it matter in the grand scheme of Georgee's kissing spree?
I wish I knew. Cuz maybe it'd help me sleep. But that there Georgee, he doesn't kiss and tell.
02 August 2006
caution: heat addles brains
I realize that we've been in the grip of extreme heat and humidity for
about 3 weeks now. I also realize that folks are a bit more
irritable than usual. Which must be why I've noticed that there
seem to be more raging tempers, stupid and risky driving, provoking
encounters, parents losing their cool with their small children...
At the public library yesterday, I saw a mother grab her very young toddler, shake him rather violently, and smack his thigh because he started to cry at being startled and shook. I was at the counter, checking several books out, and the librarian stiffened and gasped. I would like to think that we would have called her on it, or called the authorities. But when the woman saw us gaping at the spectacle, she grabbed her son up and stomped out quickly. Following her, well, that didn't occur to me...
At a store today, the man in front of me was making absurd demands of the employee. The employee was trying to explain, and at no time lost control, although this man was obviously attempting to provoke her. The calmer she remained, the more frustrated the "customer" became. Eventually he too stomped away. I did ask for the company phone number so that I could call to commend this employee for her even-temper in the face of such customer abuse.
Driving home tonight, a vehicle sped up, swerved around me, and then slowed to 35 mph in a 55 mph zone. At times like those, I wish I did have a cell phone (which I loath). I put my caution-light on, as I did not want someone to misjudge me speed and slam into me from behind. The vehicle in front of me slowed even more so (if they were going any slower, they would have been going backwards) and edged to the right. So I saw that I could pass and did so. Immediately, this vehicle's high-beams were brightened and miraculously they sped up and stayed on my tail for a quarter mile. Then they sped up and passed me, "poppin" at me when they were next to me, then swerving in front of me once more. I noted the license's first 3 digits before they sped up. I rounded the next curve to find they had slammed on their brakes and jerked into the oncoming lane, allowing me to pass in the right lane. They swerved behind me and flashed their high beams for about two miles. Just about the time I was slowing down to turn off the main highway, they sped up and passed me, cutting back into the right lane as a rig blow its horn in warning already shifting and hissing. Totally uncalled for behavior!
So yeah, heat addles brains...
At the public library yesterday, I saw a mother grab her very young toddler, shake him rather violently, and smack his thigh because he started to cry at being startled and shook. I was at the counter, checking several books out, and the librarian stiffened and gasped. I would like to think that we would have called her on it, or called the authorities. But when the woman saw us gaping at the spectacle, she grabbed her son up and stomped out quickly. Following her, well, that didn't occur to me...
At a store today, the man in front of me was making absurd demands of the employee. The employee was trying to explain, and at no time lost control, although this man was obviously attempting to provoke her. The calmer she remained, the more frustrated the "customer" became. Eventually he too stomped away. I did ask for the company phone number so that I could call to commend this employee for her even-temper in the face of such customer abuse.
Driving home tonight, a vehicle sped up, swerved around me, and then slowed to 35 mph in a 55 mph zone. At times like those, I wish I did have a cell phone (which I loath). I put my caution-light on, as I did not want someone to misjudge me speed and slam into me from behind. The vehicle in front of me slowed even more so (if they were going any slower, they would have been going backwards) and edged to the right. So I saw that I could pass and did so. Immediately, this vehicle's high-beams were brightened and miraculously they sped up and stayed on my tail for a quarter mile. Then they sped up and passed me, "poppin" at me when they were next to me, then swerving in front of me once more. I noted the license's first 3 digits before they sped up. I rounded the next curve to find they had slammed on their brakes and jerked into the oncoming lane, allowing me to pass in the right lane. They swerved behind me and flashed their high beams for about two miles. Just about the time I was slowing down to turn off the main highway, they sped up and passed me, cutting back into the right lane as a rig blow its horn in warning already shifting and hissing. Totally uncalled for behavior!
So yeah, heat addles brains...
23 July 2006
Ramblin' Man
The Allman Brothers' tune got it right:
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.
Bon and Mal Mott channel The Dark Rambler. To truly appreciate this, you must begin at the intro and ramble at you own risk, use caution, I beg of you. Repeat "it's only fiction" often to yourself, if you must. Enjoy this work in progress.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.
Bon and Mal Mott channel The Dark Rambler. To truly appreciate this, you must begin at the intro and ramble at you own risk, use caution, I beg of you. Repeat "it's only fiction" often to yourself, if you must. Enjoy this work in progress.
17 July 2006
Ethan Frome
Last week, at the public library, on the free-table, I saw a copy of
Ethan Frome. Being that I've never read it, I picked it up and
brought it home. Last night, I started to read it.
It's really quite good and not as hard to follow as I was dreading. I've read some awfully heavy things this summer, Umberto Eco's "Foucault's Pendulum" and "The Name of the Rose" kept me busy through most of June. I had to look up all sorts of things for Pendulum and Wikipedia became my good friend (Wiki to friends, that is).
Then I read some Amanda Cross which is a pen-name for Carolyn Gold Hieilbrun. She wrote non-fiction under her own name. She used the pen-name to protect her status in academia. She was a very rich writer of the English language and sometimes plowing through her writing style was a challenge for me.
So next to those two authors, Edith Wharton is proving to be a real treat. Her writing style thus far has been a refreshing breeze. I may borrow some of her other books from the library.
Or I may try Eudora Welty. She went to college in Columbus, the next town over to the east. In fact, there are some talks ongoing, regarding changing Mississippi University for Women to something including Welty and excluding "women" in the name. This is mostly due to the fact that men have been being admitted to the institution since the 70's.
Or perhaps I ought to try Thomas Lanier Williams III (Tennessee Williams). His birth-place is Columbus. The home is now the site of the welcome center.
Or ought I to give my attention to William Faulkner? After all, he is a nobel prize winner. I've visited his home in Oxford, just a few miles from my guy's place. Faulkner was born in New Albany, just half an hour or so from Oxford, home of the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss). He died in Byhalia, a small town southeast of Memphis, northwest of Oxford.
Or maybe you can recommend some good reads...?
It's really quite good and not as hard to follow as I was dreading. I've read some awfully heavy things this summer, Umberto Eco's "Foucault's Pendulum" and "The Name of the Rose" kept me busy through most of June. I had to look up all sorts of things for Pendulum and Wikipedia became my good friend (Wiki to friends, that is).
Then I read some Amanda Cross which is a pen-name for Carolyn Gold Hieilbrun. She wrote non-fiction under her own name. She used the pen-name to protect her status in academia. She was a very rich writer of the English language and sometimes plowing through her writing style was a challenge for me.
So next to those two authors, Edith Wharton is proving to be a real treat. Her writing style thus far has been a refreshing breeze. I may borrow some of her other books from the library.
Or I may try Eudora Welty. She went to college in Columbus, the next town over to the east. In fact, there are some talks ongoing, regarding changing Mississippi University for Women to something including Welty and excluding "women" in the name. This is mostly due to the fact that men have been being admitted to the institution since the 70's.
Or perhaps I ought to try Thomas Lanier Williams III (Tennessee Williams). His birth-place is Columbus. The home is now the site of the welcome center.
Or ought I to give my attention to William Faulkner? After all, he is a nobel prize winner. I've visited his home in Oxford, just a few miles from my guy's place. Faulkner was born in New Albany, just half an hour or so from Oxford, home of the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss). He died in Byhalia, a small town southeast of Memphis, northwest of Oxford.
Or maybe you can recommend some good reads...?
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