08-06-2008 06:05 PM - edited 09-22-2008 07:58 PM
Below are the titles and first sentences from the blog entries from weeks 31-63. Click on the title to see that week's blog and discussion:
Week 31: Michael Pollan, Fasting, and a Clean Colon
One of the bestsellers this month is Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food.
Week 32: Nietzsche and Wilde: Do People Make, or Discover, Beauty?
I’m teaching a class on Friedrich Nietzsche these days.
Week 33: Albert Camus and Buddhism: Please Turn off the Brain
There’s a style of therapy that takes its cue from Buddhist meditation.
I was at a party last night. Being an introvert, I don’t make small talk well at parties, and I often end up looking at the host’s bookshelf rather than at other people.
I’m a novice when it comes to Emily Dickinson.
A lot of artists have breakthroughs because of personal deficits.
Some things are wonderful about our uber-capitalist culture.
You’ve probably heard about the Dr. Seuss movie that came out this week, Horton Hears a Who! I haven’t seen the movie—but I vaguely remember enjoying the book as a kid.
Different books have meant things to me at different stages.
How important is your privacy?
Charles Dickens’ main theme was charity.
Lots of writers have turned down big prizes.
There’s a chance that Percy Shelley would have loved the TV show The Bachelor—that reality show in which prospective fiancées fight for a man at the center.
The American writer Langston Hughes wrote that when people are excluded from the American Dream, they get bitter.
Mark Rylance, the first Artistic Director of Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre, who held the post from 1995 to 2005, lost his job partly because he doesn’t believe in “Shakespeare.”
I’m reading a book, Moscow to the End of the Line, whose episodes are driven by drink.
Three summers ago, the Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami was my favorite mind, and I read everything he’d written.
This week I spent a lot of time with my friend and her one-year-old twins.
Sigmund Freud and Lucian Freud were grandfather and grandson— huge minds who saw the world radically differently.
I recently read bits of Stone Butch Blues, a 1993 novel by Leslie Feinberg.
I recently saw comedic writer Ian Frazier interviewed by Leonard Lopate at the 92nd Street Y, a venue for events in NYC.
There might be no better critic of consciousness than the whacky Samuel Beckett.
You guys have good discussions when I’m out of town.
Literary theorists value books for different functions: Some theorists see books as invaluable political expressions; some love books for sharing psychological truths; some like literature because it’s its own medium for art.
One of my favorite moments in books is something I could call “private appreciation.”
This week’s blog needs to be about our bookclub rather than about a book.
Identity is strange, because what we say and do represent just a bit of our potential—or what really feels like “me.”
Week 59: Graff, Birkenstein, and My Return to School in 2 Weeks
I go back to work in two weeks, to teach college freshman essay writing.
I enjoy a guilty pleasure every Sunday morning when—around 11 am—I log onto newyorktimes.com to see the wedding video of the week.
In Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics, he defines epikhairekakia as one type of pride.
Friedrich Nietzsche was a fantastic prose stylist.
If you’re an insomniac, you’re not alone.