Collegian

It looks like the Collegian now has someone on staff who believes in updating the website. This is goodness and light. I only wish they'd post all the articles, rather than just 2 or 3 of them. I'd especially like to see the letters to the editor online, with the possibility to have online discussion about them. It's also good to see discussion from the intranet site make it back into the newspaper conversation. It'll be interesting to see if, and how much, the two conversations feed one another.

Edward Tulane

Last night we finished reading The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane. Dicamillo, once again, is simply amazing. Although the style is simple enough for kids, the character is believable, and the book is heartbreaking all the way to the last page. It's a story of a toy rabbit who gets lost, and learns what it means to love. To tell you more would be unfair. You've got to read it for yourself.

Dicamillo is also the author of The Tale of Despereaux and Because of Winn-Dixie. I think that, of the three, I've enjoyed this one the most.

Useless!

Thanks to Laura, I now have my very own Useless Account. Life is good.

The Bear, by Robert Frost

I'm about 100 versions back on the Habari code, since I've been rather too busy lately to update and reimport to the new database schema. So I imagine that this won't do the desired thing. But I recorded last night, and here it is.

This is The Bear, by Robert Frost.

Enjoy.

How did that get there?

I have been listening a lot lately to Jonathan Coulton, and have been delighted with most of his stuff. It's fascinating how, when one dispenses with such things as tact, one can have fascinating insights. The songs Shop Vac, and Someone is Crazy, in particular, are descriptions of folks that I'm sure all of us know - perhaps some of us are that person.

Some of you probably encountered Coulton when his song Code Monkey did the rounds of the geek community a little while back. That is indeed one of his better songs, but there's a lot of good stuff where that one came from.

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