Archives for December 7, 2005

And nobody blogs it…well, does it?

I’m supposed to be somewhere five minutes ago and will return to this desk later for more blogging. In the meantime, I can’t help but wonder…where, oh where, can I read about last night’s bloggy panel featuring my illustrious colleague and his equally fascinating cohorts? Surely some blogging fools out there were in attendance, right? From what I hear, we as a group like nothing better than to give breathless reports of each other’s exploits. Anyone want to gift the hinterland-bound among us with a little report, breathless or otherwise? Send word of any sightings to ogic@artsjournal.com, and be forever endeared to me.

UPDATE: James Marcus, whose excellent and excellently named criticism blog endeared him to me long ago, comes through at House of Mirth.

“She had always been a looker-on at life, and her mind resembled one of those little mirrors which her Dutch ancestors were accustomed to affix to their upper windows, so that from the depths of an impenetrable domesticity they might see what was happening in the street.”

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

I stayed out too late and have to awaken every bit as early as usual. Thus today’s blogging will take place in the PM hours. See you then.