Method acting gone amok?
New Zealand-born actor Russell Crowe is in legal deep doo-doo after being charged with assault at a late-night New York establishment. The star of Gladiator, The Insider, and Master and Commander – three fine films – has just finished a film in which he plays a boxer.
I know it is the thing for actors to try to get in tune with their roles, but wasn’t the fella taking things a bit too literally?
Comments are off for this postDT is watching you
The Telegraph now has a blog that watches what is going on in blogging. Are we now to look forward to Telelanches?
Comments are off for this postThe Case against the Olympics
Here is a site where you can find links to discuss your opposition to the colossal waste of money that is hosting the Olympics in London. David waxes poetic about the whole sorry affair and is quite right too.
Comments are off for this postCasa di Libri
Oh, drat. This meme has been ricocheting around for the last week or so and I thought I’d ducked it but The Meatriarchy had me in his sights:
Number of books I own:
Probably three or four hundred, not counting textbooks and technical manuals.
Last Book I Bought:
A hardbound collection of Somerset Maugham’s short stories that I found at a garage sale.
Last Book I Read:
The Face of Battle by the British military historian, John Keegan.
Five Books That Mean a Lot to Me:
Trying to narrow this down was taking me way too long. I think that the most important books that we read are the first ones, the ones that inculcate a love of reading. So here are a few categories and impressions:
Encyclopedias: One grandmother gave me a set of Encyclopedia Americana (I think that was its name), printed in 1935. The other grandmother, a bit more up to date, bought a new volume every couple of weeks of some encyclopedia offered by a grocery store for 2 bucks if your grocery order was above a certain level. So I know everything in the world, but only in alphabetical order.
Gulliver’s Travels, by Swift. One of the first books I can remember reading, it was an abridged version included in a big book of fairy tales, Aesop’s fables, kid-friendly rewrites of Greek mythology, etc.
Science fiction: I read science fiction voraciously, but got burned out on the genre in a few years. I remember H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine fondly; there was another one by Issac Asimov, also on time travel, that I found fascinating. I’d need a for-real time machine to remember the title, though.
The Hardy Boys. Don’t laugh—I used to eat these up like popcorn. When I ran out, I’d start in on my sister’s Nancy Drew novels. OK, you can laugh at that.
Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky. Probably the first Serious Book I read, when I was thirteen or fourteen. It inspired me to become a tragic, moody Russian writer. That didn’t work out too well, so I instead became a moody Canadian blogger who posts weird things he finds on the Internet. Kind of tragic, in its own way.
Tag Five More:
Everyone I can think of has already been hit up on this. I might as well shoot for the stars, and offer a group challenge to Huffington’s Post. I’ll bet they can’t scare up three books among all of them.
(The picture above is via the Cynical-C Blog; it’s part of a project by Livio De Marchi, who constructed an entire house out of books, or at least sculpted representations of same.)
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