(The title is from a work by Charles Sanders Peirce.)
For LYNX 760 —
For more beauty and strangeness, see Strange McEntire.
(The title is from a work by Charles Sanders Peirce.)
For LYNX 760 —
For more beauty and strangeness, see Strange McEntire.
"Right through hell there is a path" — Malcolm Lowry
An illustration from a post of April 13, 2009 —
That date was suggested by . . .
The "Amen Corner" tune was suggested by the life of
a Bee Gees drummer who died recently, by the title of
a book he wrote — You Should Be Dancing — and by
a scene (S1E2) in the Max miniseries "The Penguin" —
"Shit like this, the pain of it, you gotta be careful…
'cause it'll eat you alive if you let it.
It's a helluva lot more fun to dance."
* Phrase from a passage by Chesterton that led, in a
post of April 13, 2009, to the above image of Reba.
Suggested by the previous post —
Tom Lamont in The Economist , June/July 2020 —
Recently, I saw that a person called Celine in San Francisco had tweeted to her 2,500-odd followers about the difficulty of “trying to date SF guys in between their week-long meditation retreats, Tahoe weekends, month-long remote work sessions…” About 4,000 people tapped to endorse the sentiment, launching Celine onto an exponential number of strangers’ screens, including my own. The default sound for any new tweet is a whistle, somewhere between a neighbourly “yoo-hoo” and a dog-walker’s call to heel. |
“Everybody, here comes the life of the party
Everybody, here comes the life of the party, yeah, she is.”
Songwriters: Ben Hayslip / Rhett Akins / Jason Sellers
See as well Life of the Party in this journal.
Synchronologists may consult posts of March 2015.
* ” This was Language herself , as she first sprang at Maleldil’s bidding
out of the molten quicksilver of the first star called Mercury on Earth,
but Viritrilbia in Deep Heaven.” ― C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength .
Strange Bedfellows:
* Pictured next to John Updike
in “Multimedia” at the top of
today’s NY Times obituaries
(pdf, 1 megabyte).
Scoop
This afternoon I came across, in a briefcase I seldom use, two books I had not looked at since I bought them last month:
At the time I purchased the books, indeed until I looked up Iles on the Web today, I was not aware of the Mississippi connection. Their physical connection, lying together today in my briefcase, is, of course, purely coincidental. My view of coincidence is close to that of Arthur Koestler, who wrote The Challenge of Chance and The Roots of Coincidence, and to that of Loren Eiseley, who wrote of a dice game and of "the Other Player" in his autobiography, All the Strange Hours.
A Log24 entry yesterday referred to a comedic novel on the role of chance in physics, Cosmic Banditos. Today's New York Times quotes an entertainer who referred to President Bush yesterday, at a political fund-raiser, as a bandito. Another coincidence… this one related directly to the philosophy of coincidences expounded jokingly in Cosmic Banditos.
I draw no conclusions from such coincidences, but they do inspire me to look a little deeper into life's details — where, some say, God is. Free association on these details, together with a passage in Sanctuary, inspired the following collage:
Faulkner on a trinity of women
in Sanctuary (Ch. 25):
"When I was helping Frito corn chips expand its core user group in the mid-'90s, we didn't ask Frito-Lay to just wave the Fritos banner. The brand was elevated to a place where it could address its core users in a way that was relevant to their lifestyle. We took the profile of the audience and created a campaign starring Reba McEntire. It captured the brand's essence, and set Frito eaters amidst good music, good people, and good fun."
Loren Eiseley,
Notes of an Alchemist:
I never found
the hole in the wall;
I never found
Pancho Villa country
where you see the enemy first.
— "The Invisible Horseman"
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