So, the Google banner tells me it’s Dickens’ birthday today. Back in ’07 I was dreaming about visiting Dickens World. All my previous writing may be stripped from the web, but I still have copies of it. Allow me to resurrect:
“Maybe one of the most innovative ideas for a theme park is opening May 2007 just outside of London in Dicken’s childhood home of Chatham. Dickens World is based wholly on the stories and characters of Charles Dickens. Costumed characters will walk among the park goers to populate the fantasy city. Rides, themed restaurants, and cinemas will entertain during the day with a burlesque show at night offering naughtier entertainment.”
I have both been terribly bored and amused by Dickens; regardless of my literary experiences, a park built on classic literature is like a happy dream.
Hey! speaking of Dickens World there’s also Dickens World! Wiley Blackwell publishers are putting on a free online conference March 7th and 8th to celebrate Dickens. If Dickens scholarship is up your alley then go! Go and enjoy!
At some point in time I read/heard this story. I’m not sure where and I’ve been looking for it since, but it goes like this:
“a great and dedicated scholar dies and finds himself in a large and beautiful library. He nearly faints in happiness as his eyes grope over the shelves before him, but when he reaches for a book he finds that he cannot dislodge it from the shelf. Every book he reaches for is the same and eventually he is an exhausted mass of disappointment and frustration. It is at this point that God appears to him and asks him how he is getting along.
He says, ‘This is more like a hell than heaven. These are all the books I ever hoped to find but I cannot look at them.’
God nods knowingly and says, ‘that is because these are all the books you were supposed to write in your life.'”
Or something like that. I’m not sure if you know, but I’m not really a very schmaltzy character and yet I have never been able to get this little story out of my mind. Once I finished and bound a book of my own and mixed it into the other books on my shelves, the deal was sealed. I suppose it may have been sealed long ago when stories constantly ran through my child mind and I first put some of them to paper. Sigh–don’t have any of those anymore. I was a paranoid little brat; destroyed them all. Now, I must get the stories out, whether writing or drawing, but for everyone that is finished two more spring up in its place.
Honey Oikos Organic Greek Yogurt is the most fabulous of all the fancy organic greek style yogurts that I have tried after they flooded the market a year or so ago. Seriously, it was so good I had to advertize for them. The honey was underneath!
Did you know that one of the original purpose for copyright was to safeguard the users right to use material in order to encourage creativity and scholarship? I think a lot of people are forgetting this now a days. So we have and need organizations like this: Global Chokepoints | Global Censorship Chokepoints.
I was toolin around for some plugins that would make commenting a little easier from the Bean home and found some other plugins that didn’t do that thing I was looking for. Long story short, I have a contact form now that will make it easier to hit that contact link under the about section in the nav bar–you know the one that wants to open an email application because it was just an email link. Well, now you don’t have to be on a computer with your very own email application in order to contact me with an email. Just fill out the nifty form.
I also added some more info to ‘About’ and realized that I hadn’t updated the ‘Site map’ I had made. I am a bad webmaster.
Anyway, I didn’t find a way to make commenting on posts easier or more obvious without a plug in that did a bunch of stuff I didn’t want–you still have to hit the date and/or comment link under the post title to get there. I’m sure all wordpress savvy folks already know this.
A fabulous colleague of mine referred me to Code Year. If you sign up, then every Monday you will receive an ‘Interactive Programming Lesson.’ I don’t know about you, but this is one of my pet and applicable to the job hobbies that I feel I just don’t have enough time for. If I had had an inkling in school, maybe I would’ve directed my study to more systems related stuff, and I have at times looked for classes and programs that would supplement this Code Year is the the most time efficient I’ve found. Dude! Just did my first lesson.
Yo kiddies. I was up in Dallas for the ALA midwinter convention. Whenever I travel I notice the weird little things that are totally different from my home city. Well, Dallas was my home once too and I got to stew in some memories while I was there. Here are just a few little observations (comic to the right from the Drawing Board – just a little peek into my ALA experience).
Everything’s bigger in Texas – yup they say it ’cause it’s true. For example, in Tampa you can go into a CVS and get a 3 Liter bottle of Carlo Rossi wine; in Dallas you get a 4 Liter. Everything’s bigger except for the traffic lanes and parking spaces, that is.
The coffee downtown is too expensive. I know this may be just a downtown phenomenon shared by cities all over the world–but hey, I don’t get out much.
Either people in Dallas have more common sense/the courts just don’t entertain stupid law suits or they’d never put such dangerous looking cactus on the sidewalk.
Dallas is always under construction. When I lived there we used to make a joke that the Texas state bird was the Crane. One tiny problem with this is that signs you would normally rely on while driving aren’t necessarily there for you. Yeah, I drove past the airport. On the other hand, the exits were labeled much more clearly from the other direction.
This signage thing, and the narrow traffic lanes thing would’ve been a lot more scary if Dallas people weren’t such great drivers. I mean, they know how to merge (one car from each side like a zipper), they let you in the lane when you have your signal on, they slow down and stop when the light turns yellow and red. It made not knowing where I was driving a lot easier. I didn’t even witness any jaywalking that wasn’t perpetrated by my librarian brethren (aka not Texans). I mourn for the Texan who drives in Tampa, I apologize for all of us.
Of course you know I would go out of my way to visit some of the food establishments that were treats in my childhood. So, what do you suppose would happen if you baked some biscuits, real buttery ones, and while those were in the oven, you fried up an egg in a plain old fry pan next to some bacon and then combined all those things with a square of processed cheese? You’d have a Grandy’s breakfast sandwich is what would happen. There is no standardized shape or pre-assembled/most likely frozen business going on here, it was like it came out of my kitchen–except for the cheese. Why oh why are Grandy’s not all over this country?
Does anyone else have a cemetery in front of their convention center? — really, I’m asking ’cause it seemed both weird and wonderful to me.
And finally, Dallas is big on big sculpture–which made getting lost downtown kind of nice, until I started running out of time before my meeting.
That’s all I got. I’m sure there’s more that I took for granted, ’cause I used to live there too. Dallas, I enjoyed you big bunches. Thank you, LeE.