Tag Archives: writing
Vindication of Stuttering
The battle with speech impediment can equip persons like Darcey Steinke with fascinating insights into language. It was around this time [in elementary school] that I started separating the alphabet into good letters, V as well as M, and bad … Continue reading
“The Skill of Deep Watching”
This essay by Salvatore Scibona, a novelist, speaks to me for its call to transcend the outrage bait, the incitements to be condemnatory, to which we are exposed in so much discourse. His reviving of a more “capacious” meaning of … Continue reading
Correct Me If I’m Wrong
People often say that our problem in America today is incivility or intolerance. This is incorrect… You might be tempted to say we need to find ways to disagree less, but that is incorrect… This might sound like a call … Continue reading
Widely Accepted Attribution Standard
http://www.theguardian.com/media/2019/feb/07/jill-abramson-plagiarism-accusation-merchants-of-truth Abramson has defended herself by saying that her book includes extensive endnotes, including web links to sources. It is widely believed that an outside source should be credited in the body of the work if there is a close … Continue reading
Thank you for asking
“How many Likes?” It behooves me not to get fouled up in the stats. This blog is a self-pleasuring diary with benefits. I intend to let it spurt beyond my passing for a beat, then go poof with me into … Continue reading
Spot On
i.pinimg.com/236x/af/0a/5e/af0a5e1f54ce7bd39bdacda274b78d97–iris-murdoch-irish-people.jpg Dame Iris Murdoch had been a philosophy don at Oxford before she became a novelist, and as far as I was concerned, her philosophy of life was spot on, as someone in a British novel might say. (Susan Scarf … Continue reading
Francophilia
Where I live I have not encountered in recent memory an American who knows, or wants to know, French. Roger Cohen’s encomium to the language and culture is touching. It’s poignant to share French love with another outsider. To be … Continue reading →