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  • the dissonance is a kind of messenger

    This from Mandy Brown was exactly what I needed to read this morning: … the dissonance that can happen when you come back to work after some time away is a kind of messenger. It’s so easy when caught up in the day to day to become complacent about your own needs; it’s nearly a…

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  • 02JAN23 / accessions

    The big bad book from Bleecker and the boys… this actually arrived during Dead Week, but whatevs. (And no ISBN, which has given the accessions department conniptions, and will likely present all sorts of challenges when it comes to citing the thing in academic contexts. Ah well.)

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  • books read 2022

    Yep, it’s that time of year again. 103 books finished (of which 20 were graphic novels); dates indicate when I finished reading; one asterisk means a re-read, two asterisks a second re-read, three asterisks a many-times-re-reading; a zero indicates a book left unfinished. Graphic novels Maggie the Mechanic Jaime Hernandez 19 Jan * The Girl…

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  • that was the year that was

    Navel-gazey reflective end-of-year stuff; feel free to skip! The Practice A(nother) year in notebooks… the thicker one is a kind of catch-all/commonplace book, and the two thin ones topmost are specifically work-focussed, but the rest are morning pages only, the dedicated medium of the Practice, of which this has been the fifth full year. The…

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  • the true name of the sun

    Comfort-reading A Wizard of Earthsea. Of all the books I read in my childhood, only Le Guin’s have been so reliably enriched by time, experience and re-reading. She was a worker of the same true magic she wrote of.

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Who is Paul Graham Raven?

“… who, with raving lips uttering things mirthless, unbedizened, and unperfumed, reaches over a thousand years with [his] voice, thanks to the god in [him].”