I have the book and am enjoying it immensely. The cover photo has very special meaning too. I may have to buy some more copies for gifts to spread the love.
Once again, such a rich trove crying out for creative comment; but when I reached Dr. McCormack's " ...prophylactic slapping...", I realized anything I may write would be coals to Newcastle, and I was left in total flat affect. Roger Krenkler - L.A.
I recently shared your podcast about Sandra Day O'Connor with a group of my compatriots who do not happen to be GK fans. The response was 100% two thumbs up. That as a great one. Thanks!
Emerson’s reputation as the starry-eyed prophet of self-reliance has obscured a much more complicated figure who spent a lifetime wrestling with injustice, philosophy, art, desire, and suffering. James Marcus introduces us to this Emerson – a rebel, a lover, a friend, a husband, and a father. Having declared his great topic to be “the infinitude of the private man,” he is nonetheless an intensely social being who develops Transcendentalism in the company of Henry David Thoreau, Margaret Fuller, Bronson Alcott, and Theodore Parker. And although he resists political activism early on—hoping instead for a revolution in consciousness – the burning issue of slavery ultimately transforms him from cloistered metaphysician to fiery abolitionist.
Co-sponsored by the Ralph Waldo Emerson Memorial Association.
I had to go to the same Medicare office twice to solve a problem on the same form. Too bad we didn’t run into each over. I’d have bought you a sandwich. That area is not the same since Bridgeman’s closed.
Bombo Rivera dang near got elected as a write in for class president at the U of MN, GK's alma mater. Wacky candidates must be a thang up there, cause a generation later they elected Jesse Ventura governor : )
I don’t go to live MLB games anymore but I do watch some baseball on TV. They block out the Tigers of my youth in this area but I get the Cubs and White Soxs. As I’m not an ardent fan my usual MO is to watch a couple/few early innings and then come back in the 7th or 8th. If the score has remained the same I feel as though I have won something.
However there is one thing about today’s televised baseball that drives me absolutely nuts and brings out my foulest pejoratives hurled at the TV set. Why with today’s marvelous electronics must I watch one highly paid official guess as to whether a given pitch is a ball or a strike while thousands, perhaps millions of other observers with a better view already know which it is, and then if this same single gentleman guesses wrong he’s still considered correct? I feel that the game has evolved to a point that to persist excusing ridiculous calls as tradition is absurd and is making MLB look silly and embarrassing to watch.
As a long time listener, reader and ardent fan, I am emboldened to ask you for your thoughts and insights on this conundrum if you please.
"Mirth is the mail of anguish," Emily D. said. I don't know about that, but I do know that your Herschel joke and the other jokes in your discussion that begins with "mirth" in a hymn and not so much in the Bible were good tonics in a month that included the death of a fantastic sister and other bad things. Thank you for all the mirth -- I'm thinking of the mirth you offered at the Strathmore on the 18th, which is the last place I've been to hear you in person. There have been plenty of other places -- in Saint Paul after standing in those long lines in the winter during the last century; in Amherst, where you talked about Dickinson's funny letters, saying that she would have made a great stand-up comic; at talks that meant a lot to me -- Concordia U., for one, and the F. Scott F. conference in the hometown in 2002 and another near the gravesite in 2016; and on and on. Mirth is your gift to all of us who are lucky enough to hear and read you. Thanks, thanks, thanks, and ever thanks. Eleanor
I have the book and am enjoying it immensely. The cover photo has very special meaning too. I may have to buy some more copies for gifts to spread the love.
Ah Garrison!
Once again, such a rich trove crying out for creative comment; but when I reached Dr. McCormack's " ...prophylactic slapping...", I realized anything I may write would be coals to Newcastle, and I was left in total flat affect. Roger Krenkler - L.A.
Hi GK,
I recently shared your podcast about Sandra Day O'Connor with a group of my compatriots who do not happen to be GK fans. The response was 100% two thumbs up. That as a great one. Thanks!
Carl from Chatsworth, CA
I just got an email about a free virtual lecture on Wednesday about Ralph Waldo Emerson that some people in this group might be interested in.
A Portrait of Ralph Waldo Emerson
Robert D. Richardson III Annual Forum
Wednesday, May 1 | 7:00 – 8:00 pm
Free for Members | $10 Non-Members | Free Virtual
Here is the URL to register: https://concordmuseum.org/event/a-portrait-of-ralph-waldo-emerson/
Emerson’s reputation as the starry-eyed prophet of self-reliance has obscured a much more complicated figure who spent a lifetime wrestling with injustice, philosophy, art, desire, and suffering. James Marcus introduces us to this Emerson – a rebel, a lover, a friend, a husband, and a father. Having declared his great topic to be “the infinitude of the private man,” he is nonetheless an intensely social being who develops Transcendentalism in the company of Henry David Thoreau, Margaret Fuller, Bronson Alcott, and Theodore Parker. And although he resists political activism early on—hoping instead for a revolution in consciousness – the burning issue of slavery ultimately transforms him from cloistered metaphysician to fiery abolitionist.
Co-sponsored by the Ralph Waldo Emerson Memorial Association.
I had to go to the same Medicare office twice to solve a problem on the same form. Too bad we didn’t run into each over. I’d have bought you a sandwich. That area is not the same since Bridgeman’s closed.
Bombo Rivera dang near got elected as a write in for class president at the U of MN, GK's alma mater. Wacky candidates must be a thang up there, cause a generation later they elected Jesse Ventura governor : )
GK
I don’t go to live MLB games anymore but I do watch some baseball on TV. They block out the Tigers of my youth in this area but I get the Cubs and White Soxs. As I’m not an ardent fan my usual MO is to watch a couple/few early innings and then come back in the 7th or 8th. If the score has remained the same I feel as though I have won something.
However there is one thing about today’s televised baseball that drives me absolutely nuts and brings out my foulest pejoratives hurled at the TV set. Why with today’s marvelous electronics must I watch one highly paid official guess as to whether a given pitch is a ball or a strike while thousands, perhaps millions of other observers with a better view already know which it is, and then if this same single gentleman guesses wrong he’s still considered correct? I feel that the game has evolved to a point that to persist excusing ridiculous calls as tradition is absurd and is making MLB look silly and embarrassing to watch.
As a long time listener, reader and ardent fan, I am emboldened to ask you for your thoughts and insights on this conundrum if you please.
Thanks,
Bill Juntunen
Middlebury, IN
"Mirth is the mail of anguish," Emily D. said. I don't know about that, but I do know that your Herschel joke and the other jokes in your discussion that begins with "mirth" in a hymn and not so much in the Bible were good tonics in a month that included the death of a fantastic sister and other bad things. Thank you for all the mirth -- I'm thinking of the mirth you offered at the Strathmore on the 18th, which is the last place I've been to hear you in person. There have been plenty of other places -- in Saint Paul after standing in those long lines in the winter during the last century; in Amherst, where you talked about Dickinson's funny letters, saying that she would have made a great stand-up comic; at talks that meant a lot to me -- Concordia U., for one, and the F. Scott F. conference in the hometown in 2002 and another near the gravesite in 2016; and on and on. Mirth is your gift to all of us who are lucky enough to hear and read you. Thanks, thanks, thanks, and ever thanks. Eleanor