Category: On writing
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Bookshelf
Enjoying Henry Petroski’s The Book on the Bookshelf. He has a slightly unexpected style – very educated, articulate, intelligent – but at the same time rather stiff, with not infrequent falls into gracelessness. Perhaps it’s just because he is a design engineer, who has become fascinated with books. I get the sense that he sometimes…
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…lazy…
Semi-demi-at-the-beginning-or-in-the-midst-of writing out the Sondheim/Heidegger paper. Various possible procrastination techniques from my extensive store of them are coming up, of course. There are a few concerts I have to see… the weather’s a bit dim… have to make dinner… might play another game of computer solitaire…. Wouldn’t it be interesting if I had somehow learned…
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Sunny
The weather is sunny, and so am I (mostly – with a cheerfully anxious tinge to it). Shows that I really should live in a warm climate, yes? Ah well. Tonight, about ten people coming over – party/dinner – so cooking. As always I’m more enthusiastic than competent in the kitchen, so have gotten much…
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Complexity / clarity
Perhaps it is because I was reading about Heidegger last night – and actually understood, and responded to, the simplest possibilities of the ideas of being and authenticity…. or maybe it’s just that it is Saturday. And maybe it’s just that I finally changed the bedclothes from the heavy winter comforter to a light summer…
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Consequences
A Monday morning, and a gray one: appropriate for these vague feelings of not being caught up, of not being ready, of not having done what needs to be done. Several administrative e-mails arrived Friday, and I haven’t done anything about them; my digestion is unhappy, the back of my mind is turning over whether…
Paul Attinello 