Category: Thoughts for the week’s end

At 40, I haven’t yet reached “get off my lawn“, and I’m fairly sure I never will. That said, I have firmly and unabashedly established myself as “why aren’t you wearing a coat?” and “put on a hat, it’s freezing outside!“ I’m nearing the half-way mark of The British are Coming, the first of a… Continue reading Thoughts for the week's end

The facial recognition is completely out of control story from the NY Times was a terrifying way to start the week. It’s also not new. Previously terrifying: 2019 and 2018. This whole piece on publishing in the last decade is really good. I hadn’t ever thought of ordering from Barnes & Noble as a way… Continue reading Thoughts for the week's end

New Born, by Matthias Lindermayr is very chill trumpet jazz. The spaciness reminds me quite a bit of Miles Davis, who’s Kind of Blue is very much a solid part of my top 10. I got here by poking around at the contributors to the Sepalot album, A New Cycle, another that I’ve really enjoyed… Continue reading Thoughts for the week's end

Anne Trubek writes an excellent newsletter. In the most recent edition, she talks through some of the financial issues with literary awards. It focuses on Galley Beggar and their success with Ducks, Newburyport, a book released last year that was shortlisted for the Booker. I’m a perfect audience for this because I immediately pre-ordered Ducks,… Continue reading Thoughts for the week's end

Once a week, on no particular day, I’ll manually navigate to the latest Books that made me piece at The Guardian. I’m a sucker for others’ perspectives on books. Sometimes this happens in a browser. Other times through the app. I have no bookmark or reminder. I tap, click, and scroll through the various screens… Continue reading Thoughts for the week's end