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ORL History, or Where’s Mine?

Neal @ January 31, 2010 # 2 Comments

LONGTIME READERS WILL PRICK THEIR pointed ears at the mention of “Obscure Research Labs.” If you’re not one of them, but especially if you are, please read on:
Back around 1989 or so, I became involved with a group billing itself as “the world’s only TRUE research organization … devoted to finding out Just What’s Going [...]

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Talmidei Torah Considered As The Great Motorcycle Dialectic

Neal @ January 11, 2010 # No Comment Yet

(sans apology to and/or connection with Messrs. Jarry et Ballard.)
THERE ARE THE HARLEY RIDERS. They would not dream of owning any transportation they couldn’t twiddle with or hack. Every knob, every switch, every gear is known and its connection to the whole machine is understood, monitored, adjusted. Their dreams are the smooth metal touch and [...]

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See, This Is Why I Love Jack Vance

Neal @ November 18, 2009 # No Comment Yet

IT’S NOT THAT HE RENDERS whole worlds so vividly and so succinctly, peopling vast and history-thick galaxies with one or two spare sentences.
It’s not the cinematic sweep of his prose, which respects his readers’ visual imagination by meeting it halfway; the mad genius of his invention, which conjures up aliens both A*L*I*E*N and logical in [...]

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Journalism As Art Imitating Life

Neal @ June 23, 2009 # No Comment Yet

CAN WRITERS REPORT? THAT QUESTION nets a “yes” according to Daniel Elstrin in the June 19 Forward, reporting on the day Haaretz (think Israeli NYT) swapped its staff for 31 leading authors and poets:
“Among those articles were gems like the stock market summary, by author Avri Herling. It went like this: ‘Everything’s okay. Everything’s like [...]

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Happy Bloomsday!

Neal @ June 16, 2009 # No Comment Yet

105 YEARS AGO TODAY, LEO Bloom took his famous fictive walk through Dublin seeing the same places and eating the same foods as his latterday followers did, will do or have done today. (Me, I’ll be sitting on the floor re-reading Ulysses and crying over my own literary pretenses. It’s just not fair! I mean, [...]

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