independent-like
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains about the use of the word he can’t even spell.
Category: litchrachoor
Psmith, Zombie
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders about Baxter’s brains, which although impressive, might be a trifle gamey.
Veterans
In Which Your Humble Blogger continues a somber tradition.
It’s pronounced AY-tahz, unless you’re from the Midwest, where they pronounce it A-toes.
Just to break up the Book Reports a little, how about an AtoZ? Courtesy of my LibraryThing, which makes it easier. A is for Alice in Wonderland, which isn’t too surprising. B is for Beowolf, because it’s becoming culturally hot…
Fun with numbers. Well, it was fun for me.
More about the Library Thing… What I’m stuck on is that even the most popular books aren’t terribly popular, with the most popular being in the area of fifteen thousand out of two hundred thousand, call it one out of…
What about Goodnight, Moon?
As I was ruminating on Girls’ Books and Boys’ Books yesterday, I put the question to my Perfect Non-Reader: Are there Girl Books and Boy Books. She answered affirmatively without hesitation. When I asked for details, she thought a bit,…
A mere butterfly, flitting hither and yon
So, if it’s OK with y’all, Gentle Readers, I’m just going to fling at you a bunch of things I thought were interesting to post about, but which I haven’t actually written a post about: There are some interesting things…
My Year in Books 2005
Your Humble Blogger read 118 books in 2005, down from 119 in 2004. Neither number is likely to be accurate within five or so, actually. Still, those numbers are close enough, and the monthly totals I’ve bothered to look at…
Always inform yourself; always do the best you can; always vote.
Your Humble Blogger happened to surf over to a Washington Monthly essay by Christopher Lehmann called Why Americans can’t write political fiction. Um … they can’t? What Mr. Lehmann means, I think, is that there aren’t very many political novels…
Money and other nonsense
Your Humble Blogger is tempted to discourse about the role of money in the nonsense poems of Edward Lear. Well, and really I just happened to notice that it seems odd how frequently money changes hands. Everybody knows that The…