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Blog: Galley Cat (Mediabistro) (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Novelist and Duke University professor Reynolds Price has passed away. He was 77-years-old. Above, we’ve embedded a Charlie Rose interview with the author.
Classics Rock! posted this tribute to the author: “He was known as a prolific writer who produced nonfiction, poetry, plays, essays, and fiction, including the novel Kate Vaiden, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1986. His most recent book was his third memoir, Ardent Spirits: Leaving Home, Coming Back, published in 2009. Less well known is Price’s work as a lyricist: He collaborated on two songs with his friend and fellow North Carolinian James Taylor.”
The site also linked to a number of Taylor songs written by the late novelist, including “New Hymn” and “Copperline.”
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I'll do architectural things today.
First up, this year's Pritzker Prize has been awarded to Swiss architect Peter Zumthor. You can read the article about it here in the Times.
Congratulations Mr. Zumthor! I'm sure (and hope) we'll be seeing you on Charlie Rose in the near future.
© The Times and Mr. Zumthor
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Its made out of 30,000 Lego pieces! Can you imagine? Read more here.
I always lusted after Legos as a kid. But no. I had Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys, but no Legos. Maybe I never actually voiced my desire for them (since it wasn't "nice" to want to many things, with all the needy children in the world and all), choosing instead to hope my parents would somehow telepathically divine my longing for those little plastic thingies. It wasn't until I was grown up and working at an arty designy place that one of my coworkers, learning of my Lego deprived childhood, bought me some. What joy! (Thanks Kamela.)