I have only ever been able to look at it online, and marvel at the idea that you get to handle those beautiful pages! Thank you for sharing the pleasure.
@kadambari
“I am made of Literature.” Minor academic with no delusions, simply teaching classics and contemporary literature; undergraduate Medical/Health Humanities; literatures and traditions of narrative; narrative as medicine.
I have only ever been able to look at it online, and marvel at the idea that you get to handle those beautiful pages! Thank you for sharing the pleasure.
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"We encourage you to find a job in the private sector as soon as you would like to do so," the FAQ reads. "The way to greater American prosperity is encouraging people to move from lower productivity jobs in the public sector to higher productivity jobs in the private sector."
This is the end game: to drive "low productivity" workers--meaning those motivated by the science and not the profits-- (though it was said in the federal context) to the private sector.
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Thank you so much for news of Sabi and Mael! So glad to know they are basking in wine! I hope Helsky won't mind my following her. Please convey my regards to Helen, and ask her if she's okay with a weirdo following her? Also, please tell her to remember me to Sabi and Mael!
I am as well as can be expected at this moment in history! Thank you for finding me here. I have got out of that platform, but do regret losing those exchanges and connections. Hope you and H and the kids are all well. I hope to ask for news once in a while. Do you keep in touch with Sabine?
A cat lounging in a cat bed with a snuggly blanket.
Hey, we know an Augie too!
An oil painting of Elizabeth Garrett Anderson in the 1860s
Elizabeth Garrett Anderson (1836-1917), 1st female dean of a British med school, and 1st female mayor in Britain, pretended to be rich during med school (in Paris, 1870) so admin would think she'd be able to sue if they suddenly said women couldn't be doctors 1/10
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I wonder if Wartime/Blitz conditions had something to do with the possible loss of notes or with the difficulty of checking and typesetting them all over again in the Sixties?
It’s almost as if my mind is preparing for a siege, and wants to lay in infinite supplies.
Come on now, I was so totally with you, until that last sentence. [smileyface icon.] I look forward to reading this novel.
Image of a narrow lane in Florence, Italy, leading to a distant glimpse of the Arno River.
Summer street where the heart still lingers.
For once, this is good strategy! Some of us need to have a long lead period to get our book-buying budgets in order, and to be excited about important books coming out. Thank you for the alert.
Obligatory cat picture.
THREAD: Research we should be thankful for.
The chances that we and everyone we know and love would be here today, alive, healthy and thriving without the advances of science and technology are basically zero.
Today we look through the research and scientists to whom we owe everything.
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screenshot of text of a quotation from George Eliot's Daniel Deronda.
At least twice in the last eight years or so, I have wished this were not so pertinent today:
Shelf of books in Italian by Elena Ferrante and Tiziana Ferrari.
Shelf of books by in Italian translation by Japanese writers.
This is what I saw, in June 2024 in Padua. Please publish your version in bilingual format!
Oh, thank you. I could not find any of her work in the admittedly random and haphazard searches in Italian bookshops.
Boughs of golden yellow ginkgo leaves against a November-grey city sky.
Golden Fall
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In the Eastern Seaboard of the US: I feed the goldfinches almost all the year round now. I used to feed the bluejays and other birds as well, but it attracts neighbourhood cats who kill them. So only caged finch-feeders for now, until solutions are found.
What better First Post than to note that I am preparing to teach Han Kang next week: thank you, Deborah Smith for making translating this.
The composition is astonishing: any square inch of this photograph is visually arresting. It's too bad Arnold Genthe, the photographer, did not include his own cat, Buzzer, in this photo. He appears to have done so with other human subjects.
Might be a bit, well, flowery for some, but this one of Edna St. Vincent Millay must be up there.
As an appreciative reader of the Journal Of Victorian Culture, I am delighted for you. I look forward to reading about Darwinisms, too.
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