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Michael Leddy “Orange Crate Art” is a song by Van Dyke Parks and the title of a 1995 album by Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson. “Orange Crate Art” is for me one of the great American songs: “Orange crate art was a place to start.”
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J. D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J. D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
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- Campaign e-mail etiquette
- Typographic walking tour
- Telephone exchange names on screen (no. 2)
- Three blogs from Burma
- Proust on possessions and intelligence
- The whole world is watching
- How to improve writing (no. 15 in a series)
- Cmaj7#4
- Jonathan Shay wins MacArthur grant
- Elvis pretzels
- The day Louis Armstrong made noise
- Some advice
- Free fax
- Proust and possession, continued
- The most disturbing passage in Proust?
- Telephone exchange names on screen
- Tamas in our time
- Linsey-woolsey
- Macs and test-drives
- Orange Crate Art turns three
- Petraeus
- Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne
- Thanks!
- "Bring on the fall"
- 9/11/01
- Musical-comedy pencils
- Andrew Sullivan's advice
- Film noir pencils
- Everything I always wanted to ask about Grape-Nuts
- The one after 99,999
- Television in the background
- Proust: "the self-identity of things"
- Utnapishtim's word-processor
- Musical diagnosis
- M. de Charlus and Ignatius J. Reilly
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- Against “deep reading”
- Alkalize with Alka-Seltzer
- At the World Trade Center and St. Paul’s Chapel
- Being wrong about beauty
- Bobbing for apples
- “Bon Appétit!”
- “The Case of the Purloined Prairie”
- “The ’Clipse”
- Couric and Palin and Orwell
- Digital naïfs
- Donald Trump’s spelling
- Ellington for beginners
- “Extra credit?”
- Five desks
- Five pens
- Fluke life
- The gold standard, haircuts, and everyone else
- Happy birthday, Mr. Piletti
- Hoagies, pizza, and English studies
- Homeric blindness in “colledge”
- How to Write a Sentence
- Imaginary liner notes
- Invisible man: Louis Armstrong and the New York Times
- Invitation to a dance
- John Lee Hooker and Canned Heat
- Is there a pencil in The House?
- A Kerouac notebook page
- The kitchen shink [sic]
- Klenosky!
- Lady Elaine’s can
- “Make My Jotter Quit!”
- Mysteries of the tollbooth
- National’s et cetera
- Nick DeMaio and the Eldorado
- Obama revisions
- Obama thoughts
- On “On the New Literacy”
- “On the Road”
- The other little book
- Out of the past
- “The Poet”
- Phones Are For People
- Politics and theory
- Proust: involuntary memory, foolish things
- P.S. 131
- Pullum on Strunk and White
- Re: the Beloit Mindset List
- Some have gone and some remain
- Sports Illustrated and Proust
- The Springfield Daily Gazette
- That (in)famous line
- Things I learned on my summer vacation
- Van Dyke Parks in Chicago
- What I hear in “Walk Away Renee”
- W(h)ither grammar
Nancy, October 19, 1950.
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