Friday, January 30, 2009

Daily Routines: Anthony Trollope

Every day for years, Trollope reported in his “Autobiography,” he woke in darkness and wrote from 5:30 a.m. to 8:30 a.m., with his watch in front of him. He required of himself two hundred and fifty words every quarter of an hour. If he finished one novel before eight-thirty, he took out a fresh piece of paper and started the next. The writing session was followed, for a long stretch of time, by a day job with the postal service. Plus, he said, he always hunted at least twice a week. Under this regimen, he produced forty-nine novels in thirty-five years. Having prospered so well, he urged his method on all writers: “Let their work be to them as is his common work to the common laborer. No gigantic efforts will then be necessary. He need tie no wet towels round his brow, nor sit for thirty hours at his desk without moving,—as men have sat, or said that they have sat.”

The New Yorker, June 14, 2004

Reblogged from, via (hi Ish). I just liked that his name was Trollope.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Pun of the Day

While sitting in Hernandez' Taqueria reading Traunecker's recent contribution to the field of Egyptology, The Gods of Egypt, a women asked me, "so what are you going to do with a degree in Anthropology anyway?"

"Madam," I said, "I'm becoming an anthropologist not an anthro-apologist."


I read this novel while vacationing recently in Berlin. All I knew about Bukowski was that he wrote a lot about drinking and sex. It's all true.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

NFB on-line

The National Film Board of Canada today released a new web-site, where Canadian films can be viewed for free. A national treasure.

For Want of a Proper Barber

Yes, Facebook advertising does work. I want a hot-towel shave. I don't care that it costs more than a haircut.