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I got over my magazine habit -- except for Cooks Ilustrated, which I still read word for word every month.
Shall I brag to you about my new Thermopen, or does that discussion belong in the Mangia! group?
Seth in Kansas said:I got over my magazine habit -- except for Cooks Ilustrated, which I still read word for word every month.
Shall I brag to you about my new Thermopen, or does that discussion belong in the Mangia! group?
I embarrassed that I had to look up two words in here. Thermopen: it turns out I have one, but have never known what it was called. It's just "that thing I got from Amazon that tells temperatures really fast." (In German that would be one word.) I still don't know what Mangia is, though. Google failed me.
I do like Cooks Illustrated, but not enough to subscribe. My magazines have been trimmed down to Science News and The Week. As for books I'm making my way through _All I Did Was Ask_, by Terry Gross. I've been thinking about queuing up some hard SF next, but am short on ideas. Any help here?
One of my faves too - read it first as a boy and was enthralled by the whaling and the story. Read it again as a man in full mid life crisis - also a wonderful deep metaphor for a life. There is a especially apt chapter - The Lee Shore - I think - that makes the point that when confronted by a great storm, the most dangerous place is near port and the safest in the deep ocean where there is lots of sea room - a great bookI'm reading Moby-Dick. It's the fifth time in my life that I've read it. I was inspired to do so again by Marianne Wiggins's excellent novel Evidence of Things Unseen, which features Melville's book prominently.
Anyway, I love Moby-Dick and always have. It's a real treat for me to read something other than contemporary fiction.
Here is the passage:Sarah Goodyear said:One of my faves too - read it first as a boy and was enthralled by the whaling and the story. Read it again as a man in full mid life crisis - also a wonderful deep metaphor for a life. There is a especially apt chapter - The Lee Shore - I think - that makes the point that when confronted by a great storm, the most dangerous place is near port and the safest in the deep ocean where there is lots of sea room - a great bookI'm reading Moby-Dick. It's the fifth time in my life that I've read it. I was inspired to do so again by Marianne Wiggins's excellent novel Evidence of Things Unseen, which features Melville's book prominently.
Anyway, I love Moby-Dick and always have. It's a real treat for me to read something other than contemporary fiction.
SF: I'm of little help because I'm generally not a fan, but I will make my standard recommendation: if you have not already, read The Demolished Man and The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester. If you have already, read them again. The latter in particular is my favorite SF book ever.
Rob Paterson said:Here is the passage:Sarah Goodyear said:One of my faves too - read it first as a boy and was enthralled by the whaling and the story. Read it again as a man in full mid life crisis - also a wonderful deep metaphor for a life. There is a especially apt chapter - The Lee Shore - I think - that makes the point that when confronted by a great storm, the most dangerous place is near port and the safest in the deep ocean where there is lots of sea room - a great bookI'm reading Moby-Dick. It's the fifth time in my life that I've read it. I was inspired to do so again by Marianne Wiggins's excellent novel Evidence of Things Unseen, which features Melville's book prominently.
Anyway, I love Moby-Dick and always have. It's a real treat for me to read something other than contemporary fiction.
Let me only say that it fared with him as with the storm-tossed ship, that miserably drives along the leeward land. The port would fain give succor; the port is pitiful; in the port is safety, comfort, hearthstone, supper, warm blankets, friends, all that's kind to our mortalities. But in that gale, the port, the land, is that ship's direst jeopardy; she must fly all hospitality; one touch of land, though it but graze the keel, would make her shudder through and through. With all her might she crowds all sail off shore; in so doing, fights 'gainst the very winds that fain would blow her homeward; seeks all the lashed sea's landlessness again; for refuge's sake forlornly rushing into peril; her only friend her bitterest foe!
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