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Archive for January, 2009

Online paper 1981

Posted by Anne on January 31st, 2009

“Imagine, if you will, sitting down to your morning coffee, turning on your home computer to see the day’s newspaper. Well, it’s not as far-fetched as it may seem.” Video of a 1981 KRON report predicting the rise of news reporting on the internet. My eyes hurt just from watching the film, those screens – […]

Crows and finches

Posted by Anne on January 31st, 2009

Crows and finches provide the caw-caw and pip-pip soundtrack to the frozen landscape, here in the English Garden. Hardly any snow this year. We’re both up to our eyeballs in work, so we’re not even getting out to the mountains on the weekends. Never mind. I love the crystal air of the mountains, but the […]

Didn’t leave nobody but the baby

Posted by Anne on January 30th, 2009

Alison Krauss, Gillian Welch, Emmylou Harris sing a capella in the style of Appalachian gospel. Three women together – a Maria tryptich. Outside my window a blackbird is singing as I put the last words into this post. It’s going to be a good day. go to sleep you little baby go to sleep you […]

Women want bonobos?

Posted by Anne on January 29th, 2009

Meredith Chivers is an expert on what women want. She says there’s a total disconnect between what a woman says she thinks is sexy and how her body reacts. In this study, women were physically aroused by almost everything, including bonobos having sex. Chivers explains that female sexuality is deeply divided: “physiological arousal reveals little […]

Mike Seymour hands out the list of villains

Posted by Anne on January 27th, 2009

For several years now I’ve been on the mailing list of an English trainer whom I have never met. From one of my students I’ve heard he is excellent. I understand he’s from Leeds and takes his clients there for unforgettable trips. As for me, I have enjoyed his emails and his website, www.mikeseymour.com, where […]

First songbird

Posted by Anne on January 26th, 2009

It’s like this every winter: One day suddenly I hear the first “pee too… pee too” and I know spring is not far off. Yesterday, locking up my bike at Gasteig I heard it. I think it’s the tit that sings like that, but I’m not sure.

The owl and the pussycat

Posted by Anne on January 24th, 2009

One of my favorite poems of all time is Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussycat“, who sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose Nonsense is medicine, love lifeblood.