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One thing Waugh and Orwell have in common is mastery of English. Orwell's style, however, is much crisper and more modern. There are no frills or self-conscious embellishments. It is immediately apparent why &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/WUHkq9S8t5c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4316992183875521331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=4316992183875521331" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4316992183875521331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4316992183875521331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/WUHkq9S8t5c/down-and-out-with-george-orwell.html" title="Down and Out with George Orwell" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2012/02/down-and-out-with-george-orwell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGQn8_cSp7ImA9WhRbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-6490668129673722972</id><published>2012-02-04T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:03:43.149-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T16:03:43.149-05:00</app:edited><title>Yossarian Slept Here</title><summary type="html">I took a few days off from my reading of early 20th century Brits to read Erica Heller's memoir of life growing up as Joseph Heller's daughter: Yossarian Slept Here: When Joseph Heller Was Dad, the Apthorp Was Home, and Life Was a Catch-22. I'd read a couple of reviews that made the book sound interesting, and when I saw it at the library, I figured "why not?" -- and it does fit in with my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/vM43EiU9DRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6490668129673722972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=6490668129673722972" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6490668129673722972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6490668129673722972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/vM43EiU9DRc/yossarian-slept-here.html" title="Yossarian Slept Here" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2012/02/yossarian-slept-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMQH8-fyp7ImA9WhRUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-2247010709784635054</id><published>2012-01-23T13:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:11:21.157-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T15:11:21.157-05:00</app:edited><title>The World According to Waugh</title><summary type="html">My reading continues apace. I've just completed two early Evelyn Waugh novels, Decline and Fall and Handful of Dust. I last read both of these for a course in modern fiction I took as an undergraduate English major back in the mid 1960s, and my memory was pretty foggy on all but a few details, so my experience this time was almost that of a first reading. But as I read I did begin to remember why&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/BtlNo0evMIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2247010709784635054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=2247010709784635054" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2247010709784635054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2247010709784635054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/BtlNo0evMIE/world-according-to-waugh.html" title="The World According to Waugh" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-according-to-waugh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HQXg6eyp7ImA9WhRVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-4680695621059061157</id><published>2012-01-14T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:33:50.613-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T16:33:50.613-05:00</app:edited><title>Crome Yellow</title><summary type="html">I was a huge fan of Aldoux Huxley when I was in high school. Of course, the first of his books I read was Brave New World. I thought of it as the flip side of Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, and where I found Orwell somewhat depressing, Huxley's vision of the future struck a chord. (It turns out they were both prophetic, but that's material for another post.) After reading BNW I went on to other &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/o2Ps_LHJIQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4680695621059061157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=4680695621059061157" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4680695621059061157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4680695621059061157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/o2Ps_LHJIQs/crome-yellow.html" title="Crome Yellow" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2012/01/crome-yellow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AESXk8fip7ImA9WhRVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-1038349356142579676</id><published>2012-01-10T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:48:28.776-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T17:48:28.776-05:00</app:edited><title>Children of the Sun</title><summary type="html">I finally finished reading Martin Green's Children of the Sun: A Narrative of "Decadence" in England after 1918, in which he examines the emergence and eventual dominance of a certain temperament among the young men (and a few women) who came of age just after the first World War. His thesis, which he demonstrates at considerable length and depth, is that this generation rebelled against the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/0hXW8cyHmdo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1038349356142579676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=1038349356142579676" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/1038349356142579676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/1038349356142579676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/0hXW8cyHmdo/children-of-sun.html" title="Children of the Sun" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2012/01/children-of-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcNQX8zfip7ImA9WhRWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-5979713651454929737</id><published>2012-01-03T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:14:50.186-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T09:14:50.186-05:00</app:edited><title>Welcoming the New Year: 2012</title><summary type="html">I'm going out on a limb here and predicting that this will be a big year for me. In this first full year of retirement, I'm hoping to begin feeling more retired and less like I'm on permanent vacation. I don't yet know what that means, but I've heard that most others who retire also have a period of adjustment. Being productive in retirement is different from being productive at work, where &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/z_CGjvGFh88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5979713651454929737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=5979713651454929737" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/5979713651454929737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/5979713651454929737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/z_CGjvGFh88/welcoming-new-year-2012.html" title="Welcoming the New Year: 2012" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-new-year-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICQ3wyeSp7ImA9WhRWE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-3983682413652324760</id><published>2011-12-31T12:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:32:42.291-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T15:32:42.291-05:00</app:edited><title>Reading in 2011</title><summary type="html">I can see that in retirement this blog is turning into a reading journal, which is fine. Reading has always been my main vocation. Now two of my favorite pastimes are reading and playing my guitars. However, of late, guitar playing seems to have plateaued. I probably need the stimulation of playing with friends to get me moving in a more ambitious direction. In relative isolation I think I've &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/dgF6a1Ztklg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3983682413652324760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=3983682413652324760" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/3983682413652324760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/3983682413652324760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/dgF6a1Ztklg/reading-in-2011.html" title="Reading in 2011" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/reading-in-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUEQHk5fSp7ImA9WhRWEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-8499333957105267178</id><published>2011-12-30T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:30:01.725-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T12:30:01.725-05:00</app:edited><title>Boxing Days: Summing Up</title><summary type="html">This year Boxing Day was a genuine holiday in the U.S., but only because Christmas Day was on a Sunday, so Monday was officially a holiday for all federal workers and others who would normally have a Christmas holiday. Many others, I presume, were at work as usual, although I noticed while I was out walking last Monday that the crews working on our condo's massive water sealing project had the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/PVYhiGekCm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8499333957105267178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=8499333957105267178" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/8499333957105267178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/8499333957105267178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/PVYhiGekCm8/boxing-days-summing-up.html" title="Boxing Days: Summing Up" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/boxing-days-summing-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMDR3cyeSp7ImA9WhRXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-6268639914408638346</id><published>2011-12-16T12:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:14:36.991-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T17:14:36.991-05:00</app:edited><title>Calm of Mind, All Fashion Spent</title><summary type="html">I've never been accused of following fashion, especially in the way I dress. My approach has always been to blend in as much as possible while remaining comfortable. This probably began when I was a child. My mother used to make most of my shirts. She would have made the pants too, but they were a little beyond her skill level. It wasn't that she couldn't sew well. She actually did a pretty good &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/CDVCnEghaME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6268639914408638346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=6268639914408638346" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6268639914408638346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6268639914408638346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/CDVCnEghaME/calm-of-mind-all-fashion-spent.html" title="Calm of Mind, All Fashion Spent" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/calm-of-mind-all-fashion-spent.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDQn8yfCp7ImA9WhRQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-6830514572529841049</id><published>2011-12-14T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:17:53.194-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T11:17:53.194-05:00</app:edited><title>"Publishing" in the Electronic Digital Void</title><summary type="html">As an online author, I have been guided, for better or worse, by two somewhat contradictory notions of publication. One is derived from a French critic I used to read and admire quite a lot, Roland Barthes, who once suggested that we write for the pleasure of reading ourselves. And I would have to agree that one of my early pleasures as a young writer was seeing something I'd written published. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/5w9A3TnETEY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6830514572529841049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=6830514572529841049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6830514572529841049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6830514572529841049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/5w9A3TnETEY/publishing-in-electronic-digital-void.html" title="&quot;Publishing&quot; in the Electronic Digital Void" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/publishing-in-electronic-digital-void.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FRXo_fip7ImA9WhRQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-4505860500015510784</id><published>2011-12-13T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:18:34.446-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T14:18:34.446-05:00</app:edited><title>The Great War and English Literary Culture</title><summary type="html">It's probably the approaching centennial, but something seems once again to be focusing cultural attention on World War I. My own recent interest, I suspect, has something to do with looking backward, which I seem to be doing more of these days. As I have already mentioned in previous comments about my current reading program, I have developed a rather serious fascination with the first half of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/FcCmHw_jGeE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4505860500015510784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=4505860500015510784" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4505860500015510784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4505860500015510784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/FcCmHw_jGeE/great-war-and-english-literary-culture.html" title="The Great War and English Literary Culture" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-war-and-english-literary-culture.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAEQX0zfyp7ImA9WhRQFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-6643745228745448411</id><published>2011-12-10T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:38:20.387-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T12:38:20.387-05:00</app:edited><title>Sense of an Ending</title><summary type="html">As I have remarked previously, I seldom read current or contemporary fiction. I'm not sure why this is, except that I have only a limited amount of time and attention, and such as I have I seem to have given over to a fairly serious study of British culture in the first half of the twentieth century. But from time to time something will catch my attention, e.g., William Boyd's Any Human Heart and&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/bzMP6X7epEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6643745228745448411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=6643745228745448411" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6643745228745448411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6643745228745448411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/bzMP6X7epEg/sense-of-ending.html" title="Sense of an Ending" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/sense-of-ending.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ARXgyfCp7ImA9WhRQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-9114593273803955184</id><published>2011-12-08T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:40:44.694-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T15:40:44.694-05:00</app:edited><title>Science and Religion, or Why I Still Like Christmas</title><summary type="html">I'm a great follower of science programs on television: programs like Nova, especially those about the cosmos and the universe, and life on earth. I'm no longer much of a church goer, and I give little thought to religion in any but the most general sense, but I'm still interested in those big questions: Who are we? Where did we come from? What's the meaning of life? I haven't a clue so far as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/vy3B_sZVgbY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9114593273803955184/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=9114593273803955184" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/9114593273803955184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/9114593273803955184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/vy3B_sZVgbY/science-and-religion-or-why-i-still.html" title="Science and Religion, or Why I Still Like Christmas" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/12/science-and-religion-or-why-i-still.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCQn0_fyp7ImA9WhRRFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-4661577426993334727</id><published>2011-11-29T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:04:23.347-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T19:04:23.347-05:00</app:edited><title>Deep Future: Further Thoughts</title><summary type="html">The scale of time that Curt Stager considers in Deep Future, while it remains essentially human, in that he focuses primarily on the time that human-like primates have inhabited the earth, is nevertheless vast in comparison to any individual life. Even allowing that a normal life span is now approaching 100 years, that is nevertheless a relatively brief moment in the history of the planet, or &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/_x6ijkLnm_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4661577426993334727/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=4661577426993334727" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4661577426993334727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4661577426993334727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/_x6ijkLnm_o/deep-future-further-thoughts.html" title="Deep Future: Further Thoughts" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/11/deep-future-further-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDSHs4fyp7ImA9WhRSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-606511670859489165</id><published>2011-11-19T12:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:34:39.537-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T14:34:39.537-05:00</app:edited><title>Enemies of Promise: Then and Now</title><summary type="html">Although in Enemies of Promise Cyril Connolly never puts it exactly in these words, the greatest enemy of promise is death, and after death, probably birth. At birth we all (or most of us) have promise, great expectations, optimism backed by nothing more than a blank slate and a fresh start. With a little luck we soon begin to show those early signs of talent that Connolly refers to, but much is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/b64CPQLQRhY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/606511670859489165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=606511670859489165" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/606511670859489165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/606511670859489165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/b64CPQLQRhY/enemies-of-promise-then-and-now.html" title="Enemies of Promise: Then and Now" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/11/enemies-of-promise-then-and-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFRH87fSp7ImA9WhRSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-4895388837192714351</id><published>2011-11-10T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:21:55.105-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T08:21:55.105-05:00</app:edited><title>Deep Future</title><summary type="html">Curt Stager's Deep Future: The Next 100,000 Years of Life on Earth is one of those good news/bad news sort of books. Taking the long view he observes that the good news is human generated global warming has most likely already prevented the next ice age, which would not be due for another 50,000 years or so anyway. The bad news is that if we don't do something to bring a halt to the carbon &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/m_CwDlfGBmQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4895388837192714351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=4895388837192714351" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4895388837192714351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/4895388837192714351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/m_CwDlfGBmQ/deep-future.html" title="Deep Future" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/11/deep-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACRnk7fSp7ImA9WhRTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-7927340923699345167</id><published>2011-11-07T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:52:47.705-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T11:52:47.705-05:00</app:edited><title>Random Thoughts on My Reading Program</title><summary type="html">I've begun a more or less disciplined program of reading books I've long known about but never actually read. I was prompted to do this while reading Larry McMurtry's Walter Benjamin at the Dairy Queen, a very thoughtful essay on reading and writing (and book collecting). McMurtry mentions a number of books that I have always intended to read, and I decided I should go about this in a more &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/e2Ypk_0HLkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7927340923699345167/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=7927340923699345167" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/7927340923699345167?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/7927340923699345167?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/e2Ypk_0HLkQ/random-thoughts-on-my-reading-program.html" title="Random Thoughts on My Reading Program" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-thoughts-on-my-reading-program.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EASXs6eyp7ImA9WhRTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-356248551174709303</id><published>2011-10-31T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:47:28.513-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T12:47:28.513-04:00</app:edited><title>Reading: My Life-Long Vocation</title><summary type="html">This is really the second part of my previous post about staying in school too long. When I first went off to college, I didn't really go very far. My initial plan was to become an architect, something I'd been encouraged to do while still in what we used to call junior high school. I enrolled in the local community college, what we then referred to as a junior college, and began taking the first&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/54x9CZ1KsP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/356248551174709303/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=356248551174709303" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/356248551174709303?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/356248551174709303?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/54x9CZ1KsP0/reading-my-life-long-vocation.html" title="Reading: My Life-Long Vocation" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/10/reading-my-life-long-vocation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBR3g8fCp7ImA9WhdaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-2592927020813058126</id><published>2011-10-28T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:32:36.674-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T10:32:36.674-04:00</app:edited><title>Too Long in School</title><summary type="html">The title of this post alludes to something Larry McMurtry says in Walter Benjamin at the Dairy Queen. McMurtry remarks that he was "of the generation of American writers that stayed in school too long." His comment resonated with me not so much because I am a writer of any sort (although I have spent a good deal of my life scribbling in one way or another to earn a living), but because I suspect&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/ESYMhbe_UFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2592927020813058126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=2592927020813058126" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2592927020813058126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2592927020813058126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/ESYMhbe_UFg/too-long-in-school.html" title="Too Long in School" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-long-in-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNR349fyp7ImA9WhdaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-2766026668209567470</id><published>2011-10-23T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:13:16.067-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T15:13:16.067-04:00</app:edited><title>House of Leaves: Finally Finished</title><summary type="html">A few years ago I came across a reference to this strange book by Mark Danielewski, House of Leaves, about a photo journalist and his family who move into a mysterious house in Virginia that seems to have these nearly infinite spaces behind walls and closet doors. But the book is not just about the house; it's about a movie, The Navidson Record, that the photo journalist made about these &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/LWb5j-9CkGM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2766026668209567470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=2766026668209567470" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2766026668209567470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2766026668209567470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/LWb5j-9CkGM/house-of-leaves-finally-finished.html" title="House of Leaves: Finally Finished" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/10/house-of-leaves-finally-finished.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNRHgzcCp7ImA9WhdUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-758416388857666405</id><published>2011-10-01T17:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:41:35.688-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-01T17:41:35.688-04:00</app:edited><title>Google Wallet Works</title><summary type="html">Here I go again. When my HTC Hero was starting to show its age, I decided it was time to look into replacing that first generation Android phone with something more up to date. I spent a few days looking at the various options, originally assuming I would upgrade to the HTC Evo, or perhaps switch to the Motorola Photon, but then Sprint offered me a deal I could hardly refuse on Google's Samsung &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/syxpwKVIj1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/758416388857666405/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=758416388857666405" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/758416388857666405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/758416388857666405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/syxpwKVIj1s/google-wallet-works.html" title="Google Wallet Works" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/10/google-wallet-works.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cARXo-cCp7ImA9WhdUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-6872964182378743365</id><published>2011-09-28T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:44:04.458-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T16:44:04.458-04:00</app:edited><title>Television: Then and Now</title><summary type="html">I still remember our first television. It must have been sometime early in the 1950s. San Antonio had two stations broadcasting by 1950, WOAI (primarily NBC) and KENS (primarily CBS). Later, around 1957, KONO (which became KSAT) signed on as an ABC affiliate. Although stations had network affiliations, they tended to broadcast a wide range of programs from other available networks and sources. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/vpS8rtA5Z4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6872964182378743365/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=6872964182378743365" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6872964182378743365?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/6872964182378743365?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/vpS8rtA5Z4w/television-then-and-now.html" title="Television: Then and Now" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/09/television-then-and-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHRn8zeyp7ImA9WhdUEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-2498258263463558729</id><published>2011-09-26T12:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T14:42:17.183-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T14:42:17.183-04:00</app:edited><title>On Reading: More Random Thoughts</title><summary type="html">As September draws to a close, I feel a mild compulsion to record something about my reading over the last few weeks. After finishing Bellow's Letters, I picked up a copy of Eileen Simpson's Poets in their Youth, which Bellow commented on, and which we happened to have a copy of in our much too extensive library. I've been reading this and catching up on back issues of TLS and the most recent &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/iFqUmQajjog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2498258263463558729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=2498258263463558729" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2498258263463558729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/2498258263463558729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/iFqUmQajjog/on-reading-more-random-thoughts.html" title="On Reading: More Random Thoughts" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-reading-more-random-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHRnY7cSp7ImA9WhdQF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-5796780013991702201</id><published>2011-08-19T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:43:57.809-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T10:43:57.809-04:00</app:edited><title>Letters</title><summary type="html">I wasn't sure I would read the recent edition of Saul Bellow's Letters edited by Benjamin Taylor, but I saw it at the local library the last time I was there and decided to check it out. (That's what I like most about public libraries: you can read the books you don't want to buy.) Letters fall into the larger category of biography, autobiography, memoirs, and personal essays and journals that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/XW_z5eaYDFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5796780013991702201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=5796780013991702201" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/5796780013991702201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/5796780013991702201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/XW_z5eaYDFo/letters.html" title="Letters" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/08/letters.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGQH4yfCp7ImA9WhdSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13333472.post-3066372921748154144</id><published>2011-07-29T13:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:52:01.094-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T14:52:01.094-04:00</app:edited><title>Entropy Update</title><summary type="html">I was thinking about entropy again, and I realized that I hadn't posted anything about this topic since November, 2006. It's not that I'm getting more optimistic, quite the contrary, I'm more resigned than ever to the inevitable. First, a reminder: what is entropy? There are several definitions. For example, in classical thermodynamics, entropy is the amount of energy wasted in heat when energy &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~4/dkym7CNzagQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3066372921748154144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13333472&amp;postID=3066372921748154144" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/3066372921748154144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13333472/posts/default/3066372921748154144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mlhallcom/~3/dkym7CNzagQ/entropy-update.html" title="Entropy Update" /><author><name>mlhall.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664332077766196541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bvoJP06ESc/THqOal6AD-I/AAAAAAAAALI/-GICAFtxhTE/S220/MLH_AUG2008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mlhalldotcom.blogspot.com/2011/07/entropy-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

