Sunday, May 02, 2004
word for the day: festoon
A curving carriageway led under huge elms, oaks and spruces to the main building, a square wooden Victorian structure of four stories, festooned with second-floor porches and third-floor balconies and fire escapes that were themselves festooned with potted plants. you might as well live, life and times of dorothy parker.
it's actually page 23, if not the 5th line.
when i'm a little down, and out of drugs, i reach for a book. from 8-16, i usually had my nose in a book.
this is a little light reading before bed or in the bath, so i should put it down for now.
day 13 of writer's block as far as any actual work goes. best story so far: her co-worker at vanity fair is being chased by midgets, so they duck into the algonguin for lunch, and that's how the round table got started.
i love this era of 30's new york, harold ross and his circle. reminds me a lot of bloggers.
while reading this in the bath just now, i had an idea, and i was frustrated at not being able to blog from the bath. there are books, many books, in the public domain, that are online, or easily could be. but they aren't hypertexted - no links. so there could be a market (of some sort, if only reputation capital) for derivative works, annotations.*
here, via yglesias, is an example, hypertexted t s elliot, except it's at tripod so pop-up hell.
i remember, when young, i would see footnotes* referencing the ibid, and i would wonder where i could get a copy of this mysterious oft-cited work.
*hi will.
now if i can just find that passage in the parker bio about the spanish-american war.. sounded familiar, like a quagmire.
bartender: What are you having?
Parker: not much fun.
she was often depressed and had a writer's block.
whether dorothy parker suffered a trauma as a result of her abortion is something no one can ever know. later she has a miscarriage, becomes a communist, gets blacklisted, gets old fat drunk living and dying alone in a hotel.
last paragraph of the epilog: so she had a life that was pretty much of a mess
[i would go on but i hate retyping, maybe later.]
anyway, good book, story well told, by a man named john keats, writing in 1970 so probably dead himself now. almost certainly out of print.
what's that case of lessig's, elrond, elwood? parker is of a generation which will be largely lost to us - too new to be public domain, too old to keep in print.
maybe cafepress is the answer; let books be ordered one at a time so everything stays in print forever, once an initial assignment of rights is made.
update: thanks to amber, here's some online parker.
A curving carriageway led under huge elms, oaks and spruces to the main building, a square wooden Victorian structure of four stories, festooned with second-floor porches and third-floor balconies and fire escapes that were themselves festooned with potted plants. you might as well live, life and times of dorothy parker.
it's actually page 23, if not the 5th line.
when i'm a little down, and out of drugs, i reach for a book. from 8-16, i usually had my nose in a book.
this is a little light reading before bed or in the bath, so i should put it down for now.
day 13 of writer's block as far as any actual work goes. best story so far: her co-worker at vanity fair is being chased by midgets, so they duck into the algonguin for lunch, and that's how the round table got started.
i love this era of 30's new york, harold ross and his circle. reminds me a lot of bloggers.
while reading this in the bath just now, i had an idea, and i was frustrated at not being able to blog from the bath. there are books, many books, in the public domain, that are online, or easily could be. but they aren't hypertexted - no links. so there could be a market (of some sort, if only reputation capital) for derivative works, annotations.*
here, via yglesias, is an example, hypertexted t s elliot, except it's at tripod so pop-up hell.
i remember, when young, i would see footnotes* referencing the ibid, and i would wonder where i could get a copy of this mysterious oft-cited work.
*hi will.
now if i can just find that passage in the parker bio about the spanish-american war.. sounded familiar, like a quagmire.
bartender: What are you having?
Parker: not much fun.
she was often depressed and had a writer's block.
whether dorothy parker suffered a trauma as a result of her abortion is something no one can ever know. later she has a miscarriage, becomes a communist, gets blacklisted, gets old fat drunk living and dying alone in a hotel.
last paragraph of the epilog: so she had a life that was pretty much of a mess
[i would go on but i hate retyping, maybe later.]
anyway, good book, story well told, by a man named john keats, writing in 1970 so probably dead himself now. almost certainly out of print.
what's that case of lessig's, elrond, elwood? parker is of a generation which will be largely lost to us - too new to be public domain, too old to keep in print.
maybe cafepress is the answer; let books be ordered one at a time so everything stays in print forever, once an initial assignment of rights is made.
update: thanks to amber, here's some online parker.
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