June 6, 2010 @ 7:06 am | Filed under:
Links,
Music Pennywhistle lesson videos via YouTube. I’ve been using the Clark Pennywhistle book and CD to learn, but I wish I’d found these video lessons, offered for free by a Jesuit priest, a long time ago. It’s much easier to understand the ornamentation techniques when you can see them.
Scrivener. How is it possible none of my writer friends clued me into this sooner?
Listography, which is, at last, the internet notebook I’ve been looking for. The format just works for me.
Sam’s French toast recipe.
Kristen’s joy.
This incredible guitar arrangement of the Lyke Wake Dirge (a very old song, and “happy” is not the right word for it—moving, stirring, haunting—those are better).
June 4, 2010 @ 2:10 pm | Filed under:
Links Starts today. Details and starting line at MotherReader.
Busy weekend around here, so this year I’ll just be cheering the rest of you on. Gatorade, anyone?
[Harry] started coming to the Rays’ regularly. He brought Julia flowers and candy. He brought her the score of The Red Mill, and he and Julia sang a duet from it:
“Not that you are fair, dear
Not that you are true…”
He lifted his eyebrows and puffed out his chest. He quite eclipsed poor Hugh.
—from Betsy in Spite of Herself
by Maud Hart Lovelace
The Red Mill, an operetta by Victor Herbert and Henry Blossom, opened on Broadway in 1906. Among Herbert’s other works are Babes in Toyland (1903) and Naughty Marietta (1910).
Here’s the score of The Red Mill, including “Because You’re You,” the song Julia sang with the chest-puffing Harry.
Love is a queer little elfin sprite,
Blest with the deadliest aim!
Shooting his arrows to left and right,
Bagging the rarest game,
Filling our hearts with a glad surprise,
Almost too good to be true!
And still can you tell me why do you love me?
Only because you are you, dear!
Not that you are fair, dear,
Not that I am true,
Not my golden hair, dear,
Not my eyes of blue,
When we ask the reason,
Words are all too few!
So I know I love you, dear,
Because you’re you!
• The Red Mill at Wikipedia. Fun tidbit:
In 1906, producer Charles Dillingham made theatrical history by placing in front of the Knickerbocker Theater a revolving red windmill powered and lit by electricity. This was Broadway’s first moving illuminated sign.
• Selections from The Red Mill in a Youtube clip. My guess is that “Because You’re You” is the melody beginning around 2:27.
June 3, 2010 @ 7:48 am | Filed under:
Books My summer reading list.
Oh, I crack myself up.
It’s all the books I have started in the past year or so, read big chunks of, am truly eager to finish, but haven’t for one reason or another. (Dunno if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I have six kids.)
If I stand a chance of whittling down that list, I may have to swear off certain blogs for the summer. Colleen Mondor of Chasing Ray, for example, has a knack for inflaming my booklust. A hazard to the TBR pile, she is. In the best possible way. 😉 I mean, how can I resist an opening like this?—
Guy Gavriel Kay’s Under Heaven has reminded me of just how important story is to a novel. Set in a fictionalized version of 8th century China (called Kitai), this is Lord of the Rings for the history crowd. No elves or dwarves (although there are ghosts and other slightly fantastic/gothic elements) but it has the same type of deep rich world building and a plot that is equaled only by an amazing set of characters. I honestly did not expect to love the book as much as I did.
So, you know, that one squeezed under the wire onto my library reserve list.
Colleen’s full review at Chasing Ray. I admit I stopped at the first paragraph so I wouldn’t hear too much detail about the story itself—Colleen’s opener was what persuaded me I wanted to read the book. After I do, I’ll go back and read the rest of her post.
June 2, 2010 @ 6:50 pm | Filed under:
Links At Wired.com, author Nicholas Carr asserts that “The Web Shatters Focus, Rewires Brains”:
The Internet is an interruption system. It seizes our attention only to scramble it. There’s the problem of hypertext and the many different kinds of media coming at us simultaneously. There’s also the fact that numerous studies—including one that tracked eye movement, one that surveyed people, and even one that examined the habits displayed by users of two academic databases—show that we start to read faster and less thoroughly as soon as we go online. Plus, the Internet has a hundred ways of distracting us from our onscreen reading. Most email applications check automatically for new messages every five or 10 minutes, and people routinely click the Check for New Mail button even more frequently. Office workers often glance at their inbox 30 to 40 times an hour. Since each glance breaks our concentration and burdens our working memory, the cognitive penalty can be severe.
The penalty is amplified by what brain scientists call switching costs. Every time we shift our attention, the brain has to reorient itself, further taxing our mental resources. Many studies have shown that switching between just two tasks can add substantially to our cognitive load, impeding our thinking and increasing the likelihood that we’ll overlook or misinterpret important information. On the Internet, where we generally juggle several tasks, the switching costs pile ever higher.
The whole piece, which is well worth a read, is based on Carr’s new book, The Shallows: What the Internet Is Doing to Your Brain—the one mentioned in this recent post.
Could I be more self-conscious about including those hyperlinks? 😉
June 2, 2010 @ 6:25 am | Filed under:
Books I keep thinking that’s it, I’m drawing a line, no new books until I’ve finished all the ones already here—but I can hardly finish the thought before the disclaimers come crowding in. Well, except review copies; wouldn’t want to stop those from coming. And there’s all those waiting lists I’m on at the library: #16 of 31 holds for The Weed that Strings the Hangman’s Bag; 48 out of 56 for The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.
And friends have new books coming out; I’ll want to read those.
And there’s that one book I keep hearing about everywhere lately, it seems—including, HELLO!, just now in the teaser from Nick Hornby’s June Believer column. (Sigh—already a new issue to tantalize me.) There seems to have been quite a crowd of people who tumbled simultaneously to Elif Batuman’s The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People Who Read Them in the past month. Where was I when this mass tumbling-to happened? How many Russian novels is this book going to make me want to read (or re-read)?
Remember in Amadeus when the Emperor responds to Mozart’s opera with the devastating zinger, “Too many notes?” And Mozart is appalled: how could anyone think such a thing? There were as many notes as there needed to be, “No more, no less.” Too many notes. Ridiculous notion. The Emperor begs to differ. “There are only so many notes the ear can hear in the course of an evening.”
I understand Wulfie’s incredulity. One might as well say, “There are only so many books one can read in a lifetime.”
What? Bite your tongue!
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Books I read in May:
Kids’ graphic novels
Chiggers by Hope Larson.
Smile by Raina Telgemeier. Wry memoir of the author’s junior-high orthodontic nightmare (she fell and knocked out her front teeth). My tween girls, who have braces in their near future, found the dentistry details fascinating. (No doubt they found the middle-school drama fascinating too. Raina has mean-girl friends and various boy woes.)
Lunch Lady and the Author Vendetta by Jarrett J. Krosoczka. The Lunch Lady, if you didn’t know, is a spy; her spy gadgets are all cleverly disguised as food and kitchen utensils. She defeats bad guys with whisks. In this one, Lunch Lady and the Author Vendetta, a trio of intrepid students makes clever use of gym socks to fend off a team of hypnotized gym teachers. Very silly; lots of fun.
Middle-grade fiction
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. An old favorite in these parts. I was just in the mood.
Sarah and Katie by Dori White (mentioned here, not in depth). This one, I’ll have to save for its own post. It was a childhood favorite, long forgotten, that came back to me in great big wallops, smacking me back into my own past. It’s as moving as I remembered it.
Favorite Medieval Tales by Mary Pope Osborne. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is my favorite of the tales included here. Gorgeous artwork.
Blubber by Judy Blume. Another blast from the past.
YA fiction
Betsy in Spite of Herself by Maud Hart Lovelace. Yes, again.
I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (post).
The Perilous Gard by Elizabeth Marie Pope (every bit as wonderful as The Sherwood Ring). This, too, deserves its own post! Nutshell version: Tudor period, exiled girl, old castle, greenwood, green cloak, mysterious lady, brooding younger son, lost child, house of secrets, enchanted people, secret caves, Tam Lin. What. Is. Not. To. Love.
Memoir
Prairie Tale: A Memoir by Melissa Gilbert.
Confessions of a Prairie Bitch: How I Survived Nellie Oleson & Learned to Love Being Hated by Alison Arngrim. Alison had, it turns out, quite a difficult childhood (understatement), but playing one of America’s most loathed TV villains gave her a curious kind of strength. She writes with great humor and warmth, dishing up affection and snark in equal parts. The Little House fangirl that I am really enjoyed the behind-the-scenes peek at the TV show that played such a huge part in my childhood. Colorful language (ahem), colorful anecdotes, and some quite touching sketches of cast and crew members, such as the makeup artist who had worked with Marilyn Monroe and still carried an engraved money clip she gave him in appreciation of his talents.
Not yet finished
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (a reread).
Crow Planet by Lyanda Lynn Haupt. (Almost finished; delightful.)
And about half a dozen first chapters, thanks to the Kindle-for-iPod app’s “sample this book” feature. The Possessed (see above); the opening of Melissa Sue Anderson’s memoir (figured I ought to read Mary’s too, now that I’ve read Laura’s and Nellie’s); Scott Westerfield’s Leviathan; Susan Cooper’s The Dark Is Rising; I can’t remember what else.
