Thursday, February 22, 2007

epica journal

It’s been an uneventful morning until I open up my gmail on this fine Friday. Thank you Tari (and the fine folks at Epica) for your Generousity!! Some times I feel like a monk with an alm bowl extended asking for samples of luxuries. I’ve asked Epica to sample one of their fine fine journals and I’m excited to report that Tari has agreed to let me have one of the journal to review. I look forward to having the journal to sample and write about it here. It’s an adventure. Sometimes we are affraid to ask for what we want in life. I am terrified of rejections. But I think that now I must earn it through hard work.

I came across this bit of about the Benedictine libraries and their use that I wanted to share.

The vow of poverty forbade individual monks from owning books (Christ, 19)

The use of the library by monks and nuns was regulated by Benedictine Rule, which permitted only one borrowing per year, at the beginning of Lent. Otherwise, books were distributed each morning and returned each evening (Christ, 45)

The librarian was a well-educated monk who reported directly to the abbot (Christ, 27)

The installation of a libraian was a festive religious rite (Christ, 19)

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Box net

I like widgets. Because I don't have a Mac, I try to get widgets for PC. Here's a cool widget for music.

Its a flash player that streams podcasts, music, photos, videos, and any other type of file. They are offering unlimited bandwidth with this widget, and they also will host up to 1gb of files for free.

Please consider putting a live widget on your site and trying it out, so that you can give us an honest opinion of it.

Here's some embed code in case you'd like to save time making one yourself:

Get your own widget and share anywhere! Widget

Get your own widget and share anywhere!

sing poetry

Listening to Ms. Bruni sing the gorgeously romantic opening stanza of "Lady Weeping at the Crossroads," one of two Auden poems on the record, it seems entirely possible:

Lady, weeping at the crossroads
Would you meet your love
In the twilight with his greyhounds,
And the hawk on his glove?

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