Non-Book-Related Meanderings (NBRMs):
Because you’re probably sick of hearing about the bee oh oh kay (stolen outright from Wendy) and because I have a summer’s worth of talking about it ahead of me, I’m gonna scatter some web crumbs that have been keeping me distracted from larger, eh, bookish matters at hand.
*The 92nd St. Y, the most lavish Y in the known universe, now has a blog.
*While on the road, Suzan has grown sick of the 20 newspaper pile-up on our doorstep. Since we both work at home and live in a 3rd floor walk-up, by the time you get downstairs to grab the Times and the Chronicle, you’re kinda out of that pleasant morning paper haze. And the pile of newsprint I toss into the recycling bin every week seems a waste. So I think we’re going to stop home delivery for a while and try getting the news we need via both paper’s RSS feeds. Suzan’s a fan of the LA Times, which has one lame RSS feed created by a contractor. Huh? Welcome to 2005 you sagasses.
*On that note, Salon isn’t much better with one massive dump of an everything they print feed. Who reads every section of salon? Or any periodical? I expect better from a publication that’s been so forward-looking in other ways.
*Last RSS bit: Thanks to BEA and too much time in strange beds, I’ve been adding an assload of feeds to my reader. To wit…
*Feeds from Litblog Co-op members Ed Champion, Bookdwarf and publication The Book Standard.
*The blog from the film adaptation of RENT.
*The Kweskin Report, a new blog about the future of arts management.
*Did you know Kriss Kross was still around?
*Kamikaze Hearts made beautiful soulful, folky heartland music that I first heard on Daily Sonic. They’ve got a ton of mp3s on their site too.
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You can never have enough strange beds to sleep in — particularly in New York, where the city demands a peripatetic existence or threatens to eat you alive. That’s why I love the town.
Incidentally, sorry I wasn’t able to offer more than hellos at the Unbridled party. Over the course of a few days, I had transformed into a frightening serial networker and conversationalist and had a good deal of places to hit that evening.
Frankly, I didn’t know I had it in me.
All best, Ed
You can never have enough strange beds to sleep in — particularly in New York, where the city demands a peripatetic existence or threatens to eat you alive. That’s why I love the town.
Incidentally, sorry I wasn’t able to offer more than hellos at the Unbridled party. Over the course of a few days, I had transformed into a frightening serial networker and conversationalist and had a good deal of places to hit that evening.
Frankly, I didn’t know I had it in me.
All best, Ed