All posts in December 2010

It seems as though it’s been weeks since Sunday; my best explanation involves the nasty affliction that seems to be bouncing among my Glasgow friends (second-best explanation is the bug that besieged Laura Harris-’s dad Doug). Either way, the explanation involves a high-impact infection that hit me at first in my throat, then with grave…

Around the house whirls energy and productivity, while I myself have been struggling with Sunday’s sermon (alternately concentrating on what I might say, and distracting myself with nonsense). I may need to go sit at the corner coffeeshop for a while to see if I can make some headway; somehow I don’t think I’ll have…

The last few days week have entailed so sweeping a list of distractions that I won’t even begin to recount it. As a result, however, my “ought to blog this” queue has approached Tolstovian proportions. Here’s a sample (some links surely fell out of my mind when I fell and banged my head):   •…

Margaret’s earache — the one that flared up two weeks ago — has abated in the intervening days, but she still couldn’t hear. She went to the GP this morning to have her ear flushed, and the nurse and GP discovered that she couldn’t hear because she had a punctured eardrum. The ear-nose-throat specialist advised…

I didn’t want to blog about it yesterday (when so important an other entry took precedence), but in the morning on my way to a meeting I slipped on some ice and fell directly onto the back of my head. (Insert apposite jokes here.) Luckily for me, my heavy woollen greatcoat slid upward as I…

Most of the UK and USA will go about their business today, shopping or striving or selling out or selling or buying or processing — blithely negligent of the momentous significance of 17 December — at least, this year. (A few years hence, when everyone knows of her awesomeness, then more people will surely celebrate.)…

I’m repeating this post, since it’s the time of year when people send out applications for doctoral programmes. I’d be pleased to sign up a couple of bright, willing postgraduate students who would take their degrees in the beautiful West End of Glasgow, where it never snows. Honest! Spread the word: I’m settling in here…

We heard from Nate today that the last piano teacher with whom he studied before going off to Eastman — Emilio del Rosario — had died.   Mr. del Rosario meant a lot to us, since he took Nate under his tutelage even though it became clear that Nate wasn’t going to become a competitive…

Anyone who cares about copyright, creativity, and the economics of artists’ self-sustenance should be reading Nina Paley’s webcomic Mimi and Eunice.    

Ray Davis sends us to see Sydney Padua’s graphical representation of the construction of comics (and, as Ray noted, most other conventional stories). Add this to the locker of idea-starters, especially if it’s there to stir up ideas about what a story would be like that deviated from those conventions.  

As I type, the midwestern US faces an ordinary, garden-variety blizzard: about 15 to 20 inches (40 to 50 centimeters) in a thirty-hour span (on top of a certain amount of snow lying already). Happens every year, sometimes twice or more a year, and although they don’t usually postpone US football games, life goes on…

Margaret’s got one. It demonstrates all the characteristics of a classic earache, chief being that the pain prevents her from concentrating or resting. We’ll go to our GP in the morning if it hasn’t gotten better by then. Me, I’ll probably try to catch what sleep I can.