HELIOLITH

I just finished reading The Cathedral and the Bazaar (Wikipedia | O’Reilly ) by Eric S. Raymond (Wikipedia) . The original essay was released in 1997 and the book which includes 4 other related essays was released in 1999. I found it was a quite enjoyable and interesting read. The complete text of all of […]

I love reading and wish more of it upon myself and others. Partially in the selfish hopes that participating will grant me several years of literary bliss, (ha!) I’ve chosen to replicate this book-survey meme Saheli passed on to me.
You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
The Kin […]

For the first time in I can’t remember how long, I was able to finish a novel. What a wonderful thing! Praises to time off from teaching. I would summarize it ever-so-briefly, but I am conditioned not to. The main character, Amir, explains that in America if […]

Boing Boing posted a link to this cartoon which is to me a perfect visual counterpart to the writers in Geoff Dyer’s novels. Short and sweet post today. Happy New Year.

Stumbling upon these words, I cannot help but think that they are the same words the whole world is whispering, shouting, screaming at the United States as we continue the pre-emptive strategic decimation of countless people. The refrain is so loud in fact, so universal, that Bush cannot even address our friendly northern neighbour Canada’s Parliament for fear of ridicule and dissent. (via Cfarivar)

*(I would really like to find the poem Hecate quotes in the original Spanish saving my pennies since I can’t find it online at the moment)

I am reading Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried, a Vietnam War novel published in 1990. This is an excerpt:
“A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If […]

I used to hang out at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe when I was a teenager. Specifically, you could find me sitting atop the overstuffed red wing chair in the balcony, perched over a poetry slam on my boyfriend’s lap, holding a can of beer in a paper bag that he’d smuggled in from the […]