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January 11, 2005

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Pinky

Winamp and iTunes are both very good at playing the killradio stream -- but RealPlayer sometimes gets a case of the burps. Winamp is free to download at winamp.com.

CAAF

hey dearie, I figured it out!! Thanks for the instructions. Break a leg.

daniel olivas

i'm working hard so that i can "earn" the free time to listen to you...or i can continue to write this legal brief while you're playing music and being cool. you might give new meaning to the term "white noise." break a leg, as they say, and don't forget the iron butterfly (i sent pinky a few suggested artists for you to play).

daniel olivas

DAMN! my son needed to do homework on the computer...and he just finished. and the radio show is in its last five minutes. so i missed almost the whole thing! i'm listening to the last bit...sounds great.

Jeff

Nice choice of a Waits song, TEV. Excellent job overall. Made my afternoon a bit more tolerable.

Alex

Great job! You have a sexy voice on the online, btw.

Did I just say that?

Tito

Couldn't catch it. Maybe I can get a bootleg at the swap meet. In the meantime...set list?

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TEV DEFINED


  • The Elegant Variation is "Fowler’s (1926, 1965) term for the inept writer’s overstrained efforts at freshness or vividness of expression. Prose guilty of elegant variation calls attention to itself and doesn’t permit its ideas to seem naturally clear. It typically seeks fancy new words for familiar things, and it scrambles for synonyms in order to avoid at all costs repeating a word, even though repetition might be the natural, normal thing to do: The audience had a certain bovine placidity, instead of The audience was as placid as cows. Elegant variation is often the rock, and a stereotype, a cliché, or a tired metaphor the hard place between which inexperienced or foolish writers come to grief. The familiar middle ground in treating these homely topics is almost always the safest. In untrained or unrestrained hands, a thesaurus can be dangerous."

SECOND LOOK

  • The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald

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    Penelope Fitzgerald's second novel is the tale of Florence Green, a widow who seeks, in the late 1950s, to bring a bookstore to an isolated British town, encountering all manner of obstacles, including incompetent builders, vindictive gentry, small minded bankers, an irritable poltergeist, but, above all, a town that might not, in fact, want a bookshop. Fitzgerald's prose is spare but evocative – there's no wasted effort and her work reminds one of Hemingway's dictum that every word should fight for its right to be on the page. Florence is an engaging creation, stubbornly committed to her plan even as uncertainty regarding the wisdom of the enterprise gnaws at her. But The Bookshop concerns itself, finally, with the astonishing vindictiveness of which provincials are capable, and, as so much English fiction must, it grapples with the inevitabilities of class. It's a dense marvel at 123 pages, a book you won't want to – or be able to – rush through.
  • The Rider by Tim Krabbe

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    Tim Krabbé's superb 1978 memoir-cum-novel is the single best book we've read about cycling, a book that will come closer to bringing you inside a grueling road race than anything else out there. A kilometer-by-kilometer look at just what is required to endure some of the most grueling terrain in the world, Krabbé explains the tactics, the choices and – above all – the grinding, endless, excruciating pain that every cyclist faces and makes it heart-pounding rather than expository or tedious. No writer has better captured both the agony and the determination to ride through the agony. He's an elegant stylist (ably served by Sam Garrett's fine translation) and The Rider manages to be that rarest hybrid – an authentic, accurate book about cycling that's a pleasure to read. "Non-racers," he writes. "The emptiness of those lives shocks me."