"New" Robert Frost poem found

Robert Frost poem discovered
A poem by one of America's best-loved poets, Robert Frost, has been discovered 88 years after it was handwritten in the front of a book and will be published next week.

I gave in...

As of last night, I have given up my claim to be the last person left on earth who has not yet read The Da Vinci Code.

I expected more, somehow.

While the story was certainly engaging, it was also full of plot holes, and I found the writing to be simplistic and unsophisticated. I also felt like I was reading a school textbook. ("It's an anagram!" "What's an anagram?" "An anagram is when you scramble the letters of a word to form another word, like when you turn 'top' into 'pot'. That's an anagram. You try it." "Yeah, I know what an anagram is, dumbass, I meant where the hell do you see an anagram in the freakin' Louvre in the middle of the night?")

Of course, part of the problem was that I was reading the illustrated version, which included images of many of the places and works of art mentioned in the book. It was nice to have the visual aids, but the illustrations, the wide margins, and the dimensions of the thing all were reminiscent of a schoolbook.

The "secret" revealed at the end was predictable and unsatisfying. The book's saving grace was the number of twists and turns that occurred in the middle of the story.

I can see why true believers in Catholic dogma would take offense at the premise of the story, but nowhere in the book is there any real indictment of the current Vatican administration. Opus Dei does come out of it looking pretty bad, though.

Copied from... you know... that other place...

I recently read Self-Made Man: One Woman's Journey into Manhood and Back, by Norah Vincent. Go now, and read it, I command you!
Norah Vincent, in order to answer some questions about the differences between men and women, managed to convincingly (and temporarily) transform herself from a butch woman into an effeminate young man and interacted with other men in a variety of situations: she took on jobs, dated, joined a bowling league, even participated in a men's therapy group. Her book not only describes the differences in male and female interactions, but attempts to explain the roots of those differences. Moreover, she addresses not only gender identity but identity in general, and how assigned identity affects our relationships.
Since the public library never seemed to have this book, and I really, really wanted to read it, I broke down and violated my moratorium on book buying and purchased a copy- a hardcover copy, even. Then I stayed up all night reading it. The author is a writer, not a psychologist, but she is intelligent, sensitive, insightful, and astute, and the book is absolutely engrossing.

It is what it is

At the moment, this is just a fake blog, a front, a cover, a comment laundering scam so I can comment on other people's blogspot entries without being a creepy anonymous stalker. Not that I'm not creepy, or a stalker. Come to think of it, I'm also partially anonymous.