via Brainpickings:

loving a dog2
-excerpted from What’s a Dog For?: The Surprising History, Science, Philosophy, and Politics of Man’s Best Friend by John Homans

dogpublic domain photograph via Flickr Commons
(see here at Brainpickings…)

cat napblue bowls
photo © Jeff Kopito

attention please

Sometimes you just gotta go with the media flow…

[Note – Haven’t been able to find origin of illustration…]

From “Weird Things Customers Say In Bookstores“:

Customer: “We’ve found some really old books in the attic. Would you be interested in buying them?”

Bookseller: “That depends, what sort of books are they?”

Customer: “Well, one of them is a copy of ‘Gone with the Wind,’ printed in the 1890s.”

Bookseller: “Well, you know, ‘Gone with the Wind’ was written in the 1930s.”

Customer: “Well, yeah, but this is a really old copy.”

There’s something to be said about that…

More here

leigh gable mitchellVivien Leigh, Clark Gable, Margaret Mitchell, David Selznick, and
Olivia de Havilland at the “Gone With the Wind” film premiere
in Atlanta, December 15, 1939.

…sorry…just gotta do it…

belle on couchYour Monday morning Belle…
photo © Jeff Kopito

Ginsburg-Seltzer-BottleSeltzer Bottle
Artist:  Max Ginsburg
Oil on Masonite, 1977
[click on image for more…]

My grandfather was a seltzer man.

He had moved alone to the Goldena Medina (United States) from a rural area in Poland leaving his family behind. Carried crates of seltzer and flavored syrups up the wooden stairs of tenements and then the empties back down to the open sided truck. This is how he saved up enough money to bring his family to America. When he had left the old country, my grandmother was pregnant with my father. So when they arrived, my father, who was now seven years old, met his father for the first time.

I have only spare memories of my grandfather but it was always with a welcoming smile on his face and lidded brown eyes behind wire-framed spectacles. When we arrived on Sunday afternoons for visits, the first thing he would do is bring out the seltzer and syrup and “fix me” a cherry soda, sweet with a bubbling sting on the tongue. For you, he would say, sliding the glass over to me. For you.

My grandfather passed away when I was barely four years old – so that blue seltzer bottle, with the metal shpritzer on top, is one of the few lasting memories I have.

And a man in spectacles, clinking the sides of a jelly glass with a small silver teaspoon.

From Tom Clark’s Light and Shade: New and Selected Poems

flower clock

flower clock 2
Horologium Florae (“flower clock”)
A garden plan hypothesized by Carl Linnaeus,
Swedish botanist, physician, and zoologist
Reading center clockwise from bottom (English translation):
It is open in the morning • It close in the afternoon

[h/t to Edwin Turner at Biblioklept for image of text…more about poet Tom Clark here…]

idea on wall[via this isn’t happiness…via m.obster…]

— Clementine Connolly spends most of her days reading. At the breakfast table, she reaches for her book much like an adult would reach for the morning newspaper. At night before going to sleep, she curls up in bed with another book. Yet, she’s not even 2 years old.

“I love books!” the 22-month-old toddler exclaimed.

Her mother confirmed that statement, explaining she reads the book as Clementine listens or Clementine identifies the words she knows.

“Books are her favorite toy,” Tabetha Connolly said.

Clementine, who turns 2 in June, is the first child to finish the Georgia Public Library System’s “1,000 Books B4 Kindergarten” program, which launched statewide Jan. 5. She is also one of the youngest participants.

Clementine’s love of books was apparent at an early age.

“One of her first words was ‘book’ or some rendition of it,” said Levi Connolly, Clementine’s father.

– from Gainesville toddler reads 1,000 books before age of 2,
The Telegraph, 5/3/2015

The Kid definitely stays in the movie.

Clementine and familyLevi and Tabetha Connolly read to their daughter Clementine at their home…
Clementine’s favorite toys are books
[photo: Erin O. Smith/The Times]

There are dynamite and wildcats in the prenatal life of a book. Any word as you see it here was first dipped up from a bottle of Stafford’s Jet Black, then hammered out again through a typewriter ribbon, then punched in type on slivers of hot lead. It lived for a while on long galley sheets and was murmured, for syntax only, not for aesthetic ecstasy, in the patient sing-song of the proofreader. It was rammed into soft wax, went bathing in acid, drew to itself sparkling wraith-atoms of copper, strengthened itself for the world (as any idealist must) with heavy backing of alloy, lay down on the bed of a press, was run over by rollers of ink and crushed by huge sheets of paper. How alive they are, those presses! They gesticulate to you. Through the windows you see the white sheets flap to and fro. It is like prisoners waving shirts or kerchiefs to attract attention. Someone’s words are there, impatient for life.

– as written by John Mistletoe, who lived in the imaginative world of author Christopher Morley and found in the compilation, Ex Libris*

Ex Libris MorleyEx Libris
Compiled by Christoper Morley
Published November 1936
New York City
(rediscovered upon unpacking from recent relocation…)

*From the introduction to this anthology:
This little scrapbook was put together during several rainy days, to be printed as a souvenir of the First National Book Fair in November 1936, a festival sponsored by the New York Times and the National Association of Book Publishers. I have purposely avoided the famous golden texts and purple passages of the bibliophile’s evangel. You will not find Emily Dickinsons’s “There is no frigate like a book”, nor Wordsworth’s “Books are a substantial world”, etc; not even the well-loved but now too familiar rubrics from Lamb, Hazlitt, Leigh Hunt, Stevenson, Gissing and the others. Most of the fragments here are contemporary and it was the editor’s pleasure to choose not only “literary” bits but also odds and ends of the trade and technical palaver. The extracts are marked by numbers; each is duly identified in an index at the back. It will sometimes give the reader a pleasant surprise to find the authorship different from expectation.

– Christopher Morley
October, 1936

© Bill Israel

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