Random 10/24

Last week. This week:

  1. “Drowning Man” by U2, guessed by Eric B.
    I’ll cross the sky for your love
  2. “Carry That Weight” by the Beatles, guessed by Eric B.
    I only send you my invitation
  3. “Flaming Pie” by Paul McCartney, guessed by Eric B.
    Everything I do has a simple explanation
  4. “She’s Got You” by Jimmy Buffett (orig. Patsy Cline), guessed by Eric B.
    I’ve got your memory, or has it got me?
  5. “Somebody to Love” by Jefferson Airplane, guessed by Eric B.
    But in your head, baby, I’m afraid you don’t know where it is
  6. “What’s Really Happening” by David Bowie
    Were we built to last?
  7. “Go Speed Racer Go” by Sponge, guessed by Eric B.
    He’s gainin’ on you so you better look alive
  8. “Georgia” by Ray Charles, guessed by Eric B.
    Other eyes smile tenderly
  9. “Trying to Pull Myself Away” by Glen Hansard
    And the rule of thumb don’t apply anymore
  10. “Oxford Comma” by Vampire Weekend
    Why would you lie about something dumb like that?

Same as it ever was. Good luck!

Who now?

I’m actually enjoying these old episodes of Doctor Who. (I’m currently listening to the commentary on the “Arc of Infinity” DVD, of all things.) But the fact that a lot of the episodes just aren’t readily available for rent or online — there was a massive YouTube purge a month or two ago — is really sort of annoying.

Auster? But I hardly–!

“Art is opposed to nothing but falsity.” – Paul Auster

Now, I look at this essay (PDF) I wrote in my senior of college, ostensibly about Paul Auster’s novel Leviathan, and I see a few decent ideas comically overwritten — and, in at least one instance, cribbed from work I was doing in another class that semester — but what I don’t see is a truly in-depth analysis of the novel, much less anything that somebody would want to use as a teaching aid for the book.

And yet apparently somebody wants to. An English teacher in Paris (and fellow Penn State alum) sent me an message through Facebook, asking if he could use my text in some of his questions to his students, who are now reading Auster’s book. And while I’m still dubious about the whole thing, I’m happy to let them get whatever they can out of it.

I’m tempted to re-read Auster’s novel. (After reading his latest a few weeks ago, I could use a reminder of a time when he was good.)