After checking my email and prioritizing replies, mornings typically involve a tour through internet-land, with brief stops at Google+ or Twitter or LinkedIn. Yes, OR. Each fills a well-defined need, and not very well, I would say. Filtering through the data is a time-suck and the current solutions to this, personalized search results, can’t read my mind or predict what I want. Sometimes even I can’t! Continue reading
Life has been mildly nutty the last few weeks. Between receiving an SMS from my sweetheart announcing the death of his grandmother during one of his business trips in January and weeks of my slowly losing energy and suspecting an ear infection which resulted in running to a primary care physician who prescribed antibiotics, I have temporarily lost that creative spark. It’ll return, but it’s being trumped by more pressing matters that scream for attention. Continue reading
For Lionel Trilling, his widow points out, seriousness, not happiness, was the goal worthy of an intellectual life.
This week I’m reading from David Lehman’s The Last Avant-Garde: The Making of the New York School of Poets, from which the above is excerpted.
Two-thirds of the way through a first revision of a 60,000 word novel is a good moment to consider what the next next step will be. Continue reading
Hello and happy new year to all. May 2012 be one of health, happiness, and the making of your dreams come true. Instead of affirming a resolution, a word that brings to mind lawyers, politicians, and all that is devoid of charm and imagination, I have decided to make a promise, to myself.