Yes, more micro reviews. Originally, I meant to have an election-related blog for this weekend, but I didn’t finish it in time. Whatever, you wouldn’t want me to attempt think-y blog entries if I didn’t feed my brain with all this stuff.
Guten Tag from Berlin! Thanks to my awesome cousins Deb and Seb for the Internet link-up to post this and to them and my cousin Emily for an all-round fantastic time :) When doublechecking my overall analogy for this blog entry, I was surprised to learn that many dictionaries define…
But first! I’m headed away for research for the next few weeks, so my blog posts may be sporadic. And some may be full of photos. End transmission. Although those of you who’ve read my other reviews (micro, macro, and in between) might wonder at it, I feel like I…
The “lies” part is that these are micro-reviews, because my ability to summarize has got sloppy: I may (gasp!) go into four sentences at times.
If your high school English class was similar to mine, you probably learned something about The Great Chain of Being. This, we were taught as we drummed impatiently on our copies of whatever Shakespeare play happened to be on the curriculum this year, was an Elizabethan concept of the order…
… and everybody who’s anybody is in love with her. (No, I’m not talking about Smurfette*.)
Okay, my “short” reviews don’t seem to be that short anymore. So, in the interests of returning to my terse roots, reviews in three sentences or fewer! Proust Was a Neuroscientist (Jonah Lehrer, 2007) —
But first… (teaser beneath the cut):
Happy Mothers’ Day! If I were more on the ball, today’s blog entry would be about my mom and my grandmothers and what wonderful women they are(/were). But I’m not, so it’s not. Instead, I decided to list some of my favourite games. Now, the trouble with most games is…