I’m just gonna say it. I’m not a fan of country music. But folk revival and bluegrass are in my blood. When we were married in the North of England, The Euro managed to find a bluegrass band for the reception. Dueling banjos, Foggy Mountain Breakdown, a little bit of something from the O’Brother soundtrack.
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This short has been getting a lot of play time around the house lately – since my sister-in-law urged every one to “Vote for Maybe One Day by Chris Cottam” because “It’s great. And he is my lovely friend.” Well, we did. And, it is. Beautiful. Really. Everything from the lighting to the writing. Especially
“Flannery O’Connor’s fiction also explores this distinctly Southern paradox through the symbol of the “old child”. Like Faulkner, she creates child characters who are disillusioned by the inactivity and lack of belief in their parent’s generation and subsequently construct their identity on the model of an elderly figure, only to suffer a tug of loyalties
Yesterday I said something about the EU and someone actually asked, “What’s the EU?” Yeah… The woman was from California and that made me feel a little better. But not much. There’s something seriously wrong with something, somewhere when you’re accused (and I was) of intellectual snobbery just because you can’t disguise the dumbfound when
“Because of the Anagrams dispute it has been decided to devote the rest of this space to a page specially written for people who like figures of speech, for the not a few fans of litotes, and those with no small interest in meiosis, for the infinite millions of hyperbole-lovers, for those fond of hypallage,
Sometimes I take photos. Some people like to snap the mountains and the lake and the sun setting behind a grove of really spooky trees. But I’ve never seen a landscape that made me want to run home and grab my camera. I’d rather sit and take it all in and look up at a
If you’ve seen me on Myspace you may have noticed my “Hero/Person I’d Like to Meet” isn’t The Divine. It’s Beantown Boy Conan O’Brien. And FYI it’s not a coincidence that I just happen to be a member of Facebook’s Be Cool My Babies: A Conan O’Brien FanClub. (Yes, I’m a networking junkie…) I’m not
