Showing posts with label cat cafes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat cafes. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Closing tabs
The new semester has hit me on the head like a gigantic hammer! It's all good, I am thoroughly enjoying it (and particularly excited about teaching Clarissa again), but three of the last four days have featured me collapsing into bed mid-afternoon for a three-hour nap as I try and make the transition back from independently and naturally nocturnal to sociably diurnal - let us hope I can soon compound the transition....
Too lazy to log the light reading and associated links, but here are some tabs to close:
Owl cafes.
Viktor Shklovsky, hilo hero.
Debbie Chachra on why she is not a "maker."
Charles Simic remembers Mark Strand. I didn't know Mark well at all, though we taught in the same department and I used to see him regularly midmorning at Bodystrength Fitness on 106th St., where we both worked out for a stretch of several years. I did have one memorable night out with Mark and his then partner (my colleague and friend) Tricia Dailey: they had an extra ticket to what this (Mary Louise Parker, a great fan of Mark's poetry, was starring in the revival of Craig Lucas's play and had comped him tickets). We said hello to her afterwards and then transferred ourselves for a glorious meal and copious alcohol at the Russian Samovar, also mostly on the house due to Mark's longstanding close friendship with the late lamented Joseph Brodsky. A glimpse into another world!
Finally, the best clip I have seen this week on the internet: how hamsters fit so much in their cheeks.
Too lazy to log the light reading and associated links, but here are some tabs to close:
Owl cafes.
Viktor Shklovsky, hilo hero.
Debbie Chachra on why she is not a "maker."
Charles Simic remembers Mark Strand. I didn't know Mark well at all, though we taught in the same department and I used to see him regularly midmorning at Bodystrength Fitness on 106th St., where we both worked out for a stretch of several years. I did have one memorable night out with Mark and his then partner (my colleague and friend) Tricia Dailey: they had an extra ticket to what this (Mary Louise Parker, a great fan of Mark's poetry, was starring in the revival of Craig Lucas's play and had comped him tickets). We said hello to her afterwards and then transferred ourselves for a glorious meal and copious alcohol at the Russian Samovar, also mostly on the house due to Mark's longstanding close friendship with the late lamented Joseph Brodsky. A glimpse into another world!
Finally, the best clip I have seen this week on the internet: how hamsters fit so much in their cheeks.
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