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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 00:12:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Shelley</category><category>Whitney</category><category>yeats</category><category>Eric Clapton</category><category>Travels with Cadfael</category><category>books</category><category>Schooner Girl</category><category>Amalfi</category><category>The Road to China</category><category>art</category><category>Film</category><category>Scots</category><category>Miami Vice</category><category>Borges</category><category>Morse</category><category>Steven Spielberg</category><category>current events</category><category>D.H. Lawrence</category><category>Travel</category><category>Thomas Hardy</category><category>Michael Mann</category><category>family</category><category>Rigoletto</category><category>Jamaica Kincaid</category><category>dance</category><category>blogs</category><category>opera</category><category>Joseph Conrad</category><category>fam</category><category>Doctor Who</category><category>9/11</category><category>tfamily</category><category>TIME person of the year</category><category>Vienna/Prague/Budapest</category><category>Peter O'toole</category><category>vision</category><category>Italy</category><category>Lou Reed</category><category>Mad Men</category><category>Christmas</category><category>tinnitus</category><category>music</category><category>theater</category><category>Minghella</category><category>television</category><category>literature</category><category>Rufus</category><category>The Road to Taiwan</category><category>criticism</category><category>national poetry month</category><category>West Wing</category><category>holidays</category><category>The Sopranos</category><category>poetry</category><category>Brad Pitt</category><category>QQF File</category><category>Steed</category><category>James Joyce</category><category>Ireland</category><title>M.A.Peel</title><description>The Avengers and images are ©1961-9, CANAL+UK Ltd All Rights Reserved. Image is a screen grab via Wikipedia. All post text is copyright M.A.Peel. All rights reserved.</description><link>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>484</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Mapeel" /><feedburner:info uri="mapeel" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-9200677080728071841</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-16T20:25:02.946-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sing Polyphony and See the World: Sydney</title><atom:summary>








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For me, it’s January 6.  Little Christmas. Twelfth Night.  The Feast of Three Kings, the day to reread and savor the final story in James Joyce’s Dubliners and so experience Epiphany in all its meanings.

The word epiphany comes from the Greek “epiphaneia” meaning “manifestation." The feast originated in the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/TRO1UIYT0zQ/my-day-of-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-day-of-dead.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-2514969446562897536</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T23:10:16.538-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">current events</category><title>A New Year’s Reverie: When Memoirs Meet (Smith, Wolcott, Kael)</title><atom:summary>The streets are cold, it’s hard to get a cab, and your jacket isn’t warm enough--Metropolitan captures that chill discomfort and how the conversations that string between two people walking from one bleak stretch of the block to the corner are part of the invisible wiring of the city, the connective tissue through which memories, memoirs, novels, and, yes, movies are eventually made.

James </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/38hjduukZqE/new-years-reverie-when-memoirs-meet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3h6gUbCRRw/Tv6GsrsQQYI/AAAAAAAACgk/RKTlsAHAFQA/s72-c/Picture%2B12.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-reverie-when-memoirs-meet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-1174342695071002468</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-28T12:06:59.259-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">current events</category><title>Occupying My Thoughts: I Was at Some of the OWS Predecessors</title><atom:summary>Councilman: When was the last time you cut your hair?
Drama Teacher: When was the time you brushed your teeth, sir?
Billy Jack, 1971

Protester Chris Johnson, 32: Occupy "has opened up a dialogue that hasn’t 
existed since I've been alive." #OWS 
Brian Stelter tweet, 11/15/2011



That exchange from Billy Jack is one of the first TV movie trailer lines that I remember. Commercials for Billy Jack </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/ryHljV0e9pI/occupying-my-thoughts-i-was-at-some-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--D_J1YYqA6k/TvtOEFU0liI/AAAAAAAACgA/493qYPop9qo/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/12/occupying-my-thoughts-i-was-at-some-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-3853486270037439836</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-24T09:22:37.198-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>C.G.P Grey's Brief History of Santa</title><atom:summary>I love these guys. They explain things in funny but erudiate ways. My favorites are The Differences between the United Kingdom, Great Britain, and England Explained and Death to Pennies.

Now they have taken on the history of Santa. Good thing.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/Ar32dIAJ34Y/cgp-greys-brief-history-of-santa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/RbUVKXdu4lQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/12/cgp-greys-brief-history-of-santa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-8129632530039233044</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-24T12:18:33.519-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>O, Holy Night!</title><atom:summary>
 &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Times New Roman";  panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/lz9lOJb939s/o-holy-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKwRlYgz1mQ/TvYMfEO_KBI/AAAAAAAACfA/uA1G-FP9GOs/s72-c/tree.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-holy-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-6659537538811853233</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-18T06:03:12.005-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>A Visit from a Friend of Dudley's</title><atom:summary>I’m not particularly fond of angel pictures, neither tv nor features.  I never got into Touched by an Angel, or Highway to Heaven, and even Holly Hunter’s grittier Saving Grace doesn’t draw me in.

But there was an angel named Dudley who made an impression. I saw The Bishop’s Wife as a child, and I was entranced by Cary Grant, the most suave, engaging messenger of God there could ever be. A God </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/iLukYHbMMEk/visit-from-friend-of-dudleys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VKa0YFmDwAg/RzJwLlRq9yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3gAIKDOP9s0/s72-c/Picture+13.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2007/11/visit-from-friend-of-dudleys.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-455627981055435516</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-03T17:09:40.852-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Schooner Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Joseph Conrad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>Christopher Hitchens: So  Women Aren't Funny, but We Can Appreciate You &amp; Kipling</title><atom:summary>Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

Rudyard Kipling

I was a fan of Christopher Hitchens's literary side, not his political or theological pursuits. I love that one his last articles was a reflection on Rudyard Kipling for Slate. I enjoyed many of his literary essays for The Atlantic through the years, and am so happy that they are online to read again.

But it was his </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/k1e-sZ36ewE/schooner-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2006/12/schooner-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-6009983533156430043</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T19:21:02.073-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>The Master Celtic Interpretation of "A Christmas Carol"</title><atom:summary>

Wiki lists more than 100 adaptations of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol,  for theater, radio, opera, graphic novel, TV,  and including at least 21  films, starting with a 1901 British silent. That number doesn’t  include the parodies and homages, such as the numerous TV series that  have a Christmas Carol episode. Everyone has their favorites: mine are Scrooged  (yes, Bill Murray), and the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/SUEU4S-6cR0/master-celtic-interpretation-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8OZJJmzn8g/Tt2Kx6ajaaI/AAAAAAAACd0/NVmCpUIbxzE/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/12/master-celtic-interpretation-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-5032355736320093594</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-03T07:35:07.613-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>It's Still an Angry Life, 65 Years Later</title><atom:summary>I saw a tweet from Michael Fullilove this morning about an article in Washington Post about the actress who played Zuzu. It seems she did not have a wonderful life (although details in the article are sketchy), and I learned that Los Angeles has designated today IAWL Day, with more festivities planned to celebrate the 65th anniversary of the film.  Here's an old post with my defense against the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/4sd7IAE4cJ8/its-angry-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VKa0YFmDwAg/R2VekPK1O-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/-lNPICzVAeA/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-angry-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-512267747223164432</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T16:04:38.647-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>My Dinner with Julian Barnes</title><atom:summary>
Not really, but I had a lovely little intersection with Julian Barnes's The Sense of an Ending, which I'm about 3/4 the way through, on Thanksgiving.

I cooked this year for the first time in many years. The gathering of the family was going to be small (with a larger gathering on Friday), so I made a turkey breast. I ordered an organic turkey from D'artagnan, along with White Truffle Butter. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/5borOvgYeAA/my-dinner-with-julian-barnes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4cbQAHKY6I/TtAn-DI1vCI/AAAAAAAACdY/vHj1WpVuFkc/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-dinner-with-julian-barnes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-3570246285614385258</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-24T06:48:02.877-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><title>Thanks Be to Buffy and Blogging</title><atom:summary>


&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Times New Roman";  panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/7O7A2Vd7NW0/thanks-be-to-buffy-and-blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNUSgSCZS_Q/Ts46zejQYcI/AAAAAAAACdA/eL6G38gEVCY/s72-c/Picture%2B14.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanks-be-to-buffy-and-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-5177613353193041548</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-19T17:52:18.679-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><title>Do I Like Parks &amp; Recreation? I only SUPER do</title><atom:summary>Leslie: Due to my campaign, the romantic aspect of our relationship is over. And I'm totally fine with that. But Ben and I have so much in common we're amazing  friends. And friendship is better because friends help you move, they drive you to the airport.  Boyfriends just  . . . love you and marry you.I never got into The Office, haven’t seen many episodes, though I appreciate a line from an </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/XI4nQXNsf6Q/do-i-like-parks-recreation-i-only-super.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1ew25yZ8-g/TshPqNoskGI/AAAAAAAACcQ/gcmuCtojHgU/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-i-like-parks-recreation-i-only-super.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-1835757361816785902</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T05:44:34.519-08:00</atom:updated><title>Armistice Day in the Digital Age: 11 am on 11/11/11</title><atom:summary>There is something inherently cosmic/Matrix when the numeric dates that we look at so casually in everyday life reset themselves into such a clean declaration of the primary of the binary code: 1. It also looks like the great slot machine of life has spun and landed on all stars.Oddly enough, the magnetism of this number was felt back in 1918.   Germany had surrendered, and someone decided that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/gKkTGV0gBg0/armistice-day-in-digital-age-11-am-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnXV_yhzeCQ/Tr0jkloeHoI/AAAAAAAACbk/I9QUuJ0rTNo/s72-c/Picture%2B12.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/11/armistice-day-in-digital-age-11-am-on.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-7544426067892189379</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-04T09:21:52.758-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>The Relentless Pollution of Chongqing</title><atom:summary>

One of Andrew Sullivan's regular features is The View From Your Window, where he posts photos that readers send him of the view they are looking at as they blog, or do work of any sort.

This one is from a high rise in Chongqing, China. I was there in 2010. When I first woke up I thought that it was just a cloudy day. But it was every day; then I realized the cloudiness was severe pollution. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/-bGyIDm0mss/relentless-pollution-of-chongqing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9e2ImJviUd4/TrNKZOoCMmI/AAAAAAAACbQ/JcyrOO3F_hc/s72-c/Picture%2B7.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/11/relentless-pollution-of-chongqing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-4912442745636536706</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T05:03:31.035-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>Music for All Souls Day</title><atom:summary>Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

"Grant them eternal rest, O Lord"



I find great beauty in the propers for the Requiem Mass, and on All Souls I find myself drawn to the musical settings of these most important and final of words.

The idea of eternity is so profound, so unimaginable, that sublime musical writing from the genius of composers is necessary to even glimpse the beginning of the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/nCd2_pbnZvw/music-for-all-souls-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk6HjJmjnF8/TrCuMQSgy8I/AAAAAAAACbE/sCTy1FzC7kg/s72-c/Picture%2B16.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/11/music-for-all-souls-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-8524154408126376665</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T05:39:05.272-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>Pops with the Better Ghosts and Goblins</title><atom:summary>This number from Louis Armstrong from the Bing Crosby 1936 movie Pennies from Heaven is a great, great Halloween treat.  Louis and the skeletons swing it hot.The Skeleton in the Closet, (Johnny Burke/Arthur Johnston)There's an old deserted mansionOn an old forgotten roadWhere the better ghosts and goblinsAlways hang out.One night they threw a partyIn a manner a la modeAnd they cordially </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/KpFmratB6qg/pops-with-better-ghosts-and-goblins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ae5WtA_Oqfs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/10/pops-with-better-ghosts-and-goblins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-7100594971221856914</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T15:05:10.026-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>Orson Welles's War of the Worlds: First-hand Accounts from Steve Allen, John Houseman, and Howard Koch</title><atom:summary>'Twas the night before Halloween, 73 years ago today in 1938, and much of America experienced a collective reaction to a media phenomenon—not unlike news flashes we now experience on Twitter, like when Osama Bin Laden was killed or the Cardinals won Game 6—except the reaction was in "real life," not virtual. They had been listening to the radio, surfing around the dial, when they alit on Orson </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/W542-UXuPjY/orson-welless-war-of-worlds-first-hand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp2r5K6AnQg/Tq3A2fbc5mI/AAAAAAAACag/xvM-QX-4ebs/s72-c/Picture%2B14.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/10/orson-welless-war-of-worlds-first-hand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-5115122706035424787</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-22T06:53:32.221-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Halfway Down: Milne Helps with the "Middleness"</title><atom:summary>A.A. Milne's poem positively leaps to mind today, my annual personal New Year's Day, with this particular birthday encumbered with the sense of middleness.

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.

I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

 Milne's poem from When We Were Very Young has been described as</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/AvRTqUsO17M/halfway-down-milne-helps-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mh3PZHQqRk/TqF2I-NPFEI/AAAAAAAACZ8/kDNQO-kTl3g/s72-c/Picture%2B12.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/10/halfway-down-milne-helps-with.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-3042503605805938200</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T05:57:26.166-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>21st Century All For One, On My Birthday!</title><atom:summary>It made me smile to see that the 3D, 21st century, action packed Three Musketeers opens tomorrow, on my birthday! Given my love for the novel, what are the odds it would be created and released this year, when my birthday is on a Friday?  I have a feeling it will be awful—why couldn't Guy Ritchie have taken on Dumas rather than Conan Doyle—but I am thrilled that the team is being brought into </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/2iHdJnzWV0g/21st-century-all-for-one-on-my-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUc_G6qaINc/TqDcKGBPxcI/AAAAAAAACZw/cH7ECA0v-Og/s72-c/Picture+9.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/10/21st-century-all-for-one-on-my-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-3728497624570109628</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T05:57:02.671-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ireland</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><title>Guests of the Nation: The Power of Narrative, With and Without Dialogue</title><atom:summary>



Imagine Ireland: Culture Ireland’s year of Irish arts in America 2011 programmed a good evening at Alice Tully Hall the other week, pairing two modern silent films with the real thing.






The first half was two short films from director Andrew Legge: The Unusual Inventions of Henry Cavendish (2005) and The Lactating Automaton (2011, U.S. premiere). Legge specializes in recreating the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/YydX05UMoSM/guests-of-nation-power-of-narrative_01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9csjwaP3eM/ToneimZNh9I/AAAAAAAAjSg/KmgELXxQC5E/s72-c/Picture+18.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/10/guests-of-nation-power-of-narrative_01.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-5337345621536265580</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T18:00:31.172-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><title>Love Among the Torts: 25th Anniversary of L.A. Law</title><atom:summary>The sexy sax riff wailing over the black  screen to the declarative thump of the car trunk, both primal and urban.  As opening credits go, it offered the total package.And so L.A. Law  announced itself to weekly prime time with a classic Mike Post  back-beat composition on Oct. 3, 1986 (after its two-hour pilot movie  was shown twice the month before). From the close-up of the license  plate for </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/fqOkzyKAuUU/love-among-torts-25th-anniversary-of-la.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b07aJRaVYFM/TopY98Dn8kI/AAAAAAAACZY/-kerZ-e-DIs/s72-c/Picture%2B7.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-among-torts-25th-anniversary-of-la.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-7176512891611136430</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-23T17:53:49.966-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vision</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tfamily</category><title>Libra’s National Holiday</title><atom:summary>It’s Autumnal Equinox day! To most people that means equal length of day and night. Of course it’s much more complicated than that, but at the least it’s when the sun “appears to cross the celestial equator from south to north.”The sense of evenness, of balance, is the cornerstone of most new age therapies (followed closely by fighting “inflammation”).  For we Librans— born under the stars that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/ZV04UK3SxIU/librans-national-holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-37Mt7o2BQ/Tn0oRVRfuyI/AAAAAAAACYw/koennBgu-Gs/s72-c/Picture%2B7.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/09/librans-national-holiday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-5407799761029413809</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T20:56:40.668-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">theater</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>The Great War &amp; Modern Memory: The Sublime Gash of War Horse</title><atom:summary>"Every war is ironic because every war is worse than expected... Its means are so melodramatically disproportionate to its ends... Millions were destroyed because two people, the Archduke Francis Ferdinand and his consort, were shot... But the Great War was more ironic than any before or since. It was a hideous embarrassment to the prevailing meliorist myth... It reversed the idea of Progress."</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/q2whjJ6aVYg/great-war-modern-memory-sublime-gash-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39WdEiXAhck/TnlDljy1EeI/AAAAAAAACXw/WFUK0BZowfQ/s72-c/Picture%2B7.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/09/great-war-modern-memory-sublime-gash-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273420145917074292.post-6033116676925136815</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-10T20:35:25.602-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">9/11</category><title>Why I Want to Remember</title><atom:summary>


Because the tales of the few survivors from near the impact zones are harrowing beyond belief. The 911 tapes released reveal the desperate, terrified people calling for help, screaming about the heat and the flames and the smoke, begging for someone to “come get us,” until they succumbed to the fire or died when the towers collapsed.

Because the tales of people who weren’t killed on impact </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mapeel/~3/niLVtnZsGtM/why-i-want-to-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (M.A.Peel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDKA0JdHLn8/TmwOb5kxR_I/AAAAAAAACXo/Tz3rqiDc4J0/s72-c/Flag.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mapeel.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-i-want-to-remember.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

