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the anti-inflammation zone. what i’m reading.

Recently, I received this email. It went like this: The Anti-Inflammation Zone, Barry Sears B, Go to the library and get The Anti-Inflammation Zone. Now. I think this is the most important book I have ever read about health and wellness. I know I say every couple months that I’m going Full-Weil (and I think

einstein’s god

“There is, after all, something eternal that lies beyond reach of the hand of fate and of all human delusions.” – Einstein There’s not a whole lot one can do with ancient Aramaic or Koine Greek except be Indiana Jones or get a diploma in theology and religion. I wanted the former. I got the

the gravedigger’s daughter.

Joyce Carol Oates I’ve got a story about me and The Gravedigger’s Daughter. And a video, somewhere, of me telling it to her…to Joyce Carol Oates. She probably forgot about it as soon as I told it but it was a wow moment, in the moment. You could see it on her face.

the falls. the falls. the falls.

Something that’s neither here nor there but comes to mind because it comes to mind. Whenever I think of Joyce Carol Oates I always have this image of her running through Hyde Park. Long and lean and listening. Alone, with her internal self. What conversations they must have. I’ve just finished reading The Falls. And

on madness. a writing exercise.

In one way or another, the protagonists of Wise Blood, Lolita, On the Road, Franny and Zooey, and The Crying of Lot 49 all have their sanity called into question, and various abnormal mental states (religious enthusiasm, drug hallucinations, and so forth) potentially compromise their rational faculties. Discuss the theme of madness in one of

sometimes transliterated ‘dostoevsky’

I look awful. My face is puffy. My eyes are overlarge. My head is terribly unstable. Hubble keeps telling me my speech is slurred. He’s right. The muscles in my throat are tight and uncomfortable. But that’s not it. That’s not the cause of the slurring. I just don’t feel like opening my mouth enough

the pity of war. wilfred owen.

“My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.” – Wilfred Owen Wilfred Owen – Poetry of The Great War Wilfred Owen (whom I adore…exceedingly) was a British poet and soldier who signed up for the Artists’ Rifles in 1915. He was known for his shocking, realistic war poetry

nabokov reads.

In 1952 Nabokov was invited to Harvard by Professor Harry T. Levin and others as a visiting professor. He taught an undergraduate lecture course in the novel and did research on Pushkin in Widener Library. It was during this period that his son Dmitri was an undergraduate at Harvard, and that the Poetry Room recorded

john rylands deansgate

I’ve spent hours upon hours in the reading rooms here. I get all full of nostalgia whenever I think about it. The John Rylands Library, on Deansgate, is insanely awesome. If it doesn’t put you in a literary state of mind or make you think of all-things-gothic, nothing will. John Rylands Library, Deansgate

parker library. corpus christi college.

Matthew Parker was a figure of the English Reformation and a benefactor to the University of Cambridge. An avid book collector who salvaged medieval manuscripts dispersed at the dissolution of the monasteries, his greatest tangible legacy is his library of manuscripts and early printed books (which span more than a thousand years) entrusted to Corpus

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