Sad Sign for Lori Stevens
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A block away from where I buy my catfood, someone put up a sign in memory
of someone named Lori Stevens who was struck by a car and killed while
walking he...
Misses Rheingold
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The *New York Times* reports on a reunion of Misses Rheingold (or Miss
Rheingolds). The reunion took place in conjunction with a New-York
Historical Societ...
BSNYC Friday Cursory Visual Inspection!
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If you're reading this from some other country, you should know that here
in America we're about to begin the Memorial Day weekend. This means that
on Mon...
like that anymore
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[Sir Philip Sidney, an 18th-century copy of a 1578 original]
I realize that my blogging has been largely Ruskin-related for a while now,
which is more th...
Pictured Within
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Deep Purple, from *In Concert with the London Symphony Orchestra*, 1999.
Vocal by Miller Anderson.
The DVD is available for streaming on Netflix.
Flaneur’s Gallery: Venus with a Mirror
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When I first saw the painting at age 14, I learned how the experience of
art could arouse me. Arouse is not a metaphor. Strolling through a museum
with Ms....
Breastfeeding SUCKsess
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I've written and then erased this post four times now. It is so easy for me
to get preachy and judgmental and I'm not sure that is the most
constructive us...
Impending move
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Just a heads up that I'll be moving this blog soon to a website of my very own... the URL here has for quite some time been www.laurenelkin.com, but the blog...
13 more characters from The Search
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Mme de Cambremer after a strenuous session of music,
her diamond earrings fallen, her headpiece of black grapes come undone.
Mlle Vinteuil recalling a spe...
(Exit followed by a bear)
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The Magpie held out hope ("here, take this piece of beauty") for as long as
was possible. The red bear was not to be bribed by something it couldn't
eat....
In 1903 (Elm Street, Ithaca, New York) my grandfather caused the death of one his sons in a most particularly awful way. It involved a thresher. He never spoke of it again. In 1942 my father’s brother was lost in the sinking of the US Independence Hall; he had been given a marlinspike knife by a British sailor, which he had given to my father for safekeeping before sailing. Passed on to me, I gave it to my nephew’s daughter. ENDGAME
PORTS
b. 1947, Ithaca
Leafy green village upstate undergraduate college
Iowa Writers’ Workshop MFA
Two years solitary cabin by lake, reading
Raleigh & Chapel Hill, reading
Commercial Beekeeper, four years
Potter and decorator, three years
Bicycle dharma bum, reading, writing
Archivist at Cornell University several years
Paris-Brest-Paris, 1200km bicycle audax, 1987
Heart surgeries
Passim: four matrimonial adventures, reading and writing
In my late fifties, founded Loudeac Tile Studio (wherein Madompna La Vogdesa and I sublimate artistic reproductions on tile and stone)