tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post115510361318434492..comments2024-01-01T05:14:46.672-05:00Comments on Double Articulation: What I Did On My Summer HolidaysJim Roeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16381244745309535742noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1156136501850213732006-08-21T01:01:00.000-04:002006-08-21T01:01:00.000-04:00You're most welcome, jon, and thanks for sharing y...You're most welcome, <B>jon</B>, and thanks for sharing yours. I always wished that there was an island on my lake. On "the best camping trip ever" a group of us swam to a largish island in the middle of an empty lake (we wore life jackets) and spent the day exploring it. There's just something about islands...Jim Roeghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16381244745309535742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155723279688696182006-08-16T06:14:00.000-04:002006-08-16T06:14:00.000-04:00Reminds me of my few visits to a lake(s) in Canada...Reminds me of my few visits to a lake(s) in Canada north of Michigan.<BR/><BR/>Rowing took me a few hundred yards of getting used to, but once I got the hang of it, it felt like a breeze (granted, by the time I had gotten the hang of it I had built up some momentum). <BR/><BR/>The best part for me the first time I rowed across the lake(s) was getting to the island in the middle of the big one (I guess I should mention that this was two lakes connected by a small channel--hence the "(s)" ) and just breaking out a one person tent and camping out for the night with my then girlfriend. you never realize how loud the night really is till you've left the quieter night noise of urbania.<BR/><BR/>And dark too--except on the lake outside the confines of the trees where the city lights don't get in the way of the stars.<BR/><BR/>*sigh*<BR/><BR/>Thanks for bringing back some of my memories, Jim.Jon Silpayamananthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956747018534076778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155527777080442092006-08-13T23:56:00.000-04:002006-08-13T23:56:00.000-04:00You're too kind, plok--I'm blushing! And you're m...You're too kind, <B>plok</B>--I'm blushing! And you're most welcome--I'm glad that my lakeside musings captured something of your experience too. (I wrote most of this one out at the cottage and tweaked it once back in the city. I'd intended to post it immediately upon returning, but the best laid plans...) At any rate, I really look forward to the epic on that amazing bibliography you cite--autobibliography, that is!Jim Roeghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16381244745309535742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155246823198016682006-08-10T17:53:00.000-04:002006-08-10T17:53:00.000-04:00Thanks for that Durrell overview, Matthew. I once...Thanks for that Durrell overview, <B>Matthew</B>. I once made the mistake of (quite inadvertently!) insulting someone's academic research into animal stories by folks like Seton and Roberts, and have since learned the error of my ways. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before my resistance to Durrell breaks down too--and I'll no doubt remember your recommendation when I scan those shelves next summer!<BR/><BR/><B>joe</B> - thanks so much for that E. B. White reference. I've never read it but will absolutely seek it out. A pinprick to your heart, you say? Sounds like my kind of essay.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, <B>thomas</B> - too bad it happens so rarely! I don't know about the brilliant intellectual part, but I definitely need more zen-like oneness...Jim Roeghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16381244745309535742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155242896374087602006-08-10T16:48:00.000-04:002006-08-10T16:48:00.000-04:00"What I love about rowing is how its sheer physica..."What I love about rowing is how its sheer physicality permits an escape from consciousness, replacing thought with a feeling of Zen-like oneness between you, the boat, the lake, and the landscape that all rowers know."<BR/><BR/>This sentence is the perfect example of what happens when brilliant intellectuals actually get exercise! <BR/><BR/>Great essau, Roeg.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155231967654121072006-08-10T13:46:00.000-04:002006-08-10T13:46:00.000-04:00Jim: have you read E.B. White's short essay, "Once...Jim: have you read E.B. White's short essay, "Once More to the Lake"? (From the early 40s, I think)<BR/>You brought White's work to mind, since his essay shares much of the intergenerational backward/forward-ness of your own piece. And the last line is one of the most poignant things I've ever read (it's like a pinprick to your heart if you've got kids and have tried to share elements of your own youth with them)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155186498859047812006-08-10T01:08:00.000-04:002006-08-10T01:08:00.000-04:00That was beautiful. Just beautiful.That was beautiful. Just beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13604760.post-1155132262026516682006-08-09T10:04:00.000-04:002006-08-09T10:04:00.000-04:00That bookshelf sounds a lot like my bookshelves. I...That bookshelf sounds a lot like my bookshelves. I could make a number of comments on the books you list, but I'll restrict myself to the most important one: try the Gerald Durrell! Durrell is great. He's basically got three kinds of books: a) books about growing up in Corfu, which are idyllic in just the right way, b) books about running his zoo, which have lots of interesting stuff about animals, and c) books about his animal-collecting expeditions, which are like b) but with travel. He's a very engaging writer, good sense of humour.Matthew Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01007497367844755093noreply@blogger.com