Category Archives: Why I Do What I Do

Gig Report: Happy Birthday, Art Bar

The Berries got back into the rock and roll business last night, playing the opening set at the anniversary celebration for our Real City home at ArtBar. As the opener, we arrived at 7 p.m. for set-up with the venue’s … Continue reading

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Quote of the Early Morning

A few minutes ago, I ran across a New Criterion review of the new OUP edition of the diaries and journals of Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J. I’ve mentioned Hopkins before — how when I first encountered his work (during my teens), … Continue reading

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Merry Blockmas, and Other Potpourri

I’d like to lead this post off by wishing a happy 79th birthday to Lawrence Block. In the course of a writing career that spans six decades, he has inspired plenty of writers (including Your Genial Host), and through his … Continue reading

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A Barber in an Orange Room

I get my hair cut two to four times a year on average, and when I do, it’s at one of those unisex salons down in Real City, part of a chain known for quickness and fairly low prices. But … Continue reading

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Eight Years Later

I mis-set my alarm this morning, getting up at 6:30, an hour later than I usually do on workdays. It was probably just as well — I had a restless night, in part because I knew what today is. I’ve … Continue reading

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In Which the Prof Accidentally Finds Himself in the Transit Business

So I had to swing by the grocery this afternoon, and on my way home, I saw a gentleman walking along the side of the road — a not uncommon sight down here. He was on the tall side of … Continue reading

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A Gray or Grey Morning

Madeleine L’Engle once commented that while gray and grey are the same word (with the former being the U.S. spelling and the latter being British), they evoked very different colors (colours?) for her. They do for me as well, which is probably … Continue reading

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