Archives for August 2005

Today’s unintentionally revealing old-media quote comes from Dante Chinni, writing in the Christian Science Monitor on “journalism’s fear and loathing of blogs”:

To be a serious blogger–one who can devote his time and energy to the job–one needs to make a name for himself, sell ad space, and get paid.

Hear that, all you hopelessly unserious amateur artbloggers who have a life? You’re nothing. Nothing. (As opposed to, say, the author of “a twice-monthly political opinion column for the Monitor.”)

Here’s what the shuffle-play key of iTunes served up to me this evening:

– Bruno Walter and the Vienna Philharmonic, Mahler Fifth Symphony (fourth movement)

– Eighth Blackbird, Moravec Time Gallery (fourth movement)

– Pee Wee Russell, “The Last Time I Saw Chicago”

– Artie Shaw, “St. James Infirmary”

– Fred Astaire, “Night and Day”

– Joseph Szigeti and Nikita Magaloff, Handel D Major Violin Sonata (first movement)

– Paul Desmond and Gerry Mulligan, “Blight of the Fumblebee”

– Artur Schnabel, Beethoven Piano Sonata, Op. 109 (last movement)

– Fritz Reiner and the Chicago Symphony, Bart

Here’s what the shuffle-play key of iTunes served up to me this evening:

– Bruno Walter and the Vienna Philharmonic, Mahler Fifth Symphony (fourth movement)

– Eighth Blackbird, Moravec Time Gallery (fourth movement)

– Pee Wee Russell, “The Last Time I Saw Chicago”

– Artie Shaw, “St. James Infirmary”

– Fred Astaire, “Night and Day”

– Joseph Szigeti and Nikita Magaloff, Handel D Major Violin Sonata (first movement)

– Paul Desmond and Gerry Mulligan, “Blight of the Fumblebee”

– Artur Schnabel, Beethoven Piano Sonata, Op. 109 (last movement)

– Fritz Reiner and the Chicago Symphony, Bart

The difficult part of love

Is being selfish enough,

Is having the blind persistence

To upset an existence

Just for your own sake.

What cheek it must take.

Still, vicious or virtuous,

Love suits most of us.

Only the bleeder found

Selfish this wrong way round

Is ever wholly rebuffed,

And he can get stuffed.

Philip Larkin, “Love”

The difficult part of love

Is being selfish enough,

Is having the blind persistence

To upset an existence

Just for your own sake.

What cheek it must take.

Still, vicious or virtuous,

Love suits most of us.

Only the bleeder found

Selfish this wrong way round

Is ever wholly rebuffed,

And he can get stuffed.

Philip Larkin, “Love”

Having spent Monday morning and afternoon doing as I pleased, and part of the evening working on my reviewing calendar, I now find myself faced with two mutually exclusive options:

(A) Stay up late and blog, get up first thing Tuesday and write my drama column for Friday’s Journal, and spend the rest of the day in a sleep-deprived haze.

(A) Go to bed at a reasonable hour.

See you Wednesday!

Having spent Monday morning and afternoon doing as I pleased, and part of the evening working on my reviewing calendar, I now find myself faced with two mutually exclusive options:

(A) Stay up late and blog, get up first thing Tuesday and write my drama column for Friday’s Journal, and spend the rest of the day in a sleep-deprived haze.

(A) Go to bed at a reasonable hour.

See you Wednesday!

“To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.”

Robert Louis Stevenson, “El Dorado”