<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:20:32.634-04:00</updated><category term='Political truth-telling'/><category term='Architects and Architecture'/><category term='Artists and Art'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Writers and Writings'/><category term='journalists and journalism'/><category term='Musicians and Music'/><title type='text'>taste, a blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A variety of cultural, aesthetic and political items.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-7515951969976563367</id><published>2008-06-14T20:04:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:02:04.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artists and Art'/><title type='text'>Dance, it's good for you!</title><content type='html'>Like many, at about 5 year old, I found myself in dance classes before I was ready to appreciate the lessons. I may have asked for them, or my parents may have "seen something" in me that suggested an interest or talent. Either way, I'm grateful for those lessons; dance, like sport, encourages some confidence and physical self-possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below, I've posted three pretty enjoyable routines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Female performance from a Korean dance competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFiHTh_yXJs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFiHTh_yXJs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ehearsal&lt;/span&gt; for a 4.08 collaboration between The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt; Ballet and Antwan André Patton (aka Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boi,&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OutKast&lt;/span&gt; fame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ii9K-tmA8o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ii9K-tmA8o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Classic MJ doing the Moonwalk and the Robot over a hard beat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wazeakl8lfo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wazeakl8lfo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-7515951969976563367?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/7515951969976563367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/7515951969976563367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance.html' title='Dance, it&apos;s good for you!'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-652373817828847430</id><published>2008-02-17T13:37:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:20:14.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Visualization Excercises and Other Adventures in Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early in college, although majoring in finance, I was interested in studying the causes and implications of boys' poor performance in reading and writing. Given the choice in an assignment, I would find a way to talk about it. In public policy, economics, public speaking, I found a way. Then, in the Spring semester of my sophomore year, I decided to do some fieldwork, to lead a group of middle school boys through half a dozen weekend sessions in the language arts (just imagine their enthusiasm). The sessions packed-in reading comprehension, vocabulary-building, and essay writing. Having just boys, all African American or Hispanic, I chose subjects and texts which addressed facets of masculine and minority identities. We covered Malcolm X's path to literacy, and Hemingway's &lt;em&gt;The Revolutionist&lt;/em&gt;. Below, you'll see pictures and responses from one of the sessions; the exercise was to describe the image as it became clearer. I chose &lt;em&gt;The Banjo Player&lt;/em&gt; by Henry Ossawa Tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sample Responses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image 1: "Someone putting their hands up. Black, orange, green, grey, white. Outside."&lt;br /&gt;Image 2: " A child sitting on someone's lap. The grown-up playing a guitar."&lt;br /&gt;Image 3: "A grandchild sitting on his grandad's lap taking a guitar lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iHeHtPBSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qImtpj2M5Jk/s1600-h/The+Banjo+Player_more+blurred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168029523942245666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iHeHtPBSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qImtpj2M5Jk/s200/The+Banjo+Player_more+blurred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iHm3tPBTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-5g6TpQ6Ck4/s1600-h/The+Banjo+Player_blurred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168029674266101042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iHm3tPBTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-5g6TpQ6Ck4/s200/The+Banjo+Player_blurred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iH2XtPBUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sh6yCADCdMQ/s1600-h/The+Banjo+Player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168029940554073410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iH2XtPBUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sh6yCADCdMQ/s200/The+Banjo+Player.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another exercise was to explain "What does it mean to be a man?" and "What kind of man will you become?". &lt;/strong&gt;(remember, these were 6th-8th graders)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does it mean to be a man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"To be a leader, and a good role model. To be wise. To be strong"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"...to be strong and smart. To be a good sportsman, like playing football or basketball. And no one can hold you back from your dreams."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Men are superior beings. They rule and conquer for their beliefs, through a lot of history we have. To take care of things like yourself, family or business. To be respectful at all times and regulate on a lot of disorderly conduct in a vicious (lively) manner..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of man will you become?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"A rich, successful man. Hard working. Own a business. If I'm going to get there, I will have to get through high school and college. I will also get good grades."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"I [am] going to play football in the NFL."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"To be a strong, rich and wise man...You are going to have to pay attention to your education। You are going to have to get a good job, and you have to be strong emotionally and physically. And you have to go to college."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-652373817828847430?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/652373817828847430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/652373817828847430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/visualization-excercises-and-other.html' title='Visualization Excercises and Other Adventures in Teaching'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7iHeHtPBSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qImtpj2M5Jk/s72-c/The+Banjo+Player_more+blurred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-6964554663945924012</id><published>2008-02-17T09:05:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:58:42.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicians and Music'/><title type='text'>Two Voices, Lifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the month for it. The song is "Lift Every Voice and Sing" (also known as the "The Negro National Anthem", for the uninitiated). The song is challenging to pull-off for a lot of reasons, not least of which is the emotional import of the lyrics. So, you'll find versions that are too earnest or too detached and self-important, too conservative in style or too messed-with. The traps and their victims are obvious. But I've found a couple of fresh versions to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16g2BbGnkqw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16g2BbGnkqw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzYl7nS1S0U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzYl7nS1S0U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-6964554663945924012?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.africanamericans.com/NegroNationalAnthem.htm' title='Two Voices, Lifted'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/6964554663945924012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/6964554663945924012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-voices-lifted.html' title='Two Voices, Lifted'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-8190390625769509116</id><published>2008-02-16T22:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:05:11.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artists and Art'/><title type='text'>Favorite Art from Early Adolescence (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7etwXtPBQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/No8bkejZBkk/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167790143940003074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7etwXtPBQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/No8bkejZBkk/s320/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;by Maxfield Parrish&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7es4ntPBOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4szDXhq1yJ4/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my early teens, I started to appreciate the more romantic, heroic imagery of Maxfield Parrish. It was probably the right time for it, before enthusiasm has a chance to be dampened and balanced by experience. Parrish's paintings are remarkable for their vivid colors and glow, effects achieved by his use of glazing, where bright layers of oil color and varnish are applied alternately over a base rendering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-8190390625769509116?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/8190390625769509116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/8190390625769509116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-art-from-early-adolescence.html' title='Favorite Art from Early Adolescence (Part 1)'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R7etwXtPBQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/No8bkejZBkk/s72-c/Untitled2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-534916244453031723</id><published>2008-02-05T01:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:03:30.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writers and Writings'/><title type='text'>Fine Writing: the Last Word on Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6gAjVUgJNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P0GOdDJyypQ/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163377579798832338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6gAjVUgJNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P0GOdDJyypQ/s320/340x.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obama vs. the Phobocracy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Washington Post(02.04.08) &lt;/div&gt;by Michael Chabon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With all respect and praise to Toni Morrison, in this piece, Michael Chabon has written what I feel is the finest endorsement of this presidential campaign thus far. (Click the title "Fine Writing..." for Chabon's article)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-534916244453031723?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/02/03/AR2008020302526.html?hpid=opinionsbox1' title='Fine Writing: the Last Word on Super Tuesday'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/534916244453031723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/534916244453031723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/fine-writing-last-word-on-super-tuesday.html' title='Fine Writing: the Last Word on Super Tuesday'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6gAjVUgJNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P0GOdDJyypQ/s72-c/340x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-4653115987011439477</id><published>2008-01-30T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:31:17.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artists and Art'/><title type='text'>Favorite Art from Childhood (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6EeoFUgJMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mLU6_-I4ezQ/s1600-h/icarus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161440321915069634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6EeoFUgJMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mLU6_-I4ezQ/s320/icarus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Icarus&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Henri Matisse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 or so, I asked for a poster of &lt;em&gt;Icarus&lt;/em&gt;, this famous work by Herni Matisse -- probably the first one I asked for specifically. It hung in my room, until the house burned down some years later. At the time, I wasn't sophisticated or curious enough to know that the piece came from Matisse's 1947 book titled &lt;em&gt;Jazz&lt;/em&gt;, or that the piece makes reference to a character from ancient Greek mythology. No doubt, I was drawn to the primary colors and the basic expression of weightlessness...and the fact that it looked like something I could have put together. That's enough to make me like some pieces of art even now. I haven't changed much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-4653115987011439477?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.artchive.com/artchive/M/matisse/icarus.jpg.html' title='Favorite Art from Childhood (part 1)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/4653115987011439477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/4653115987011439477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/favorite-art-from-childhood.html' title='Favorite Art from Childhood (part 1)'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6EeoFUgJMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mLU6_-I4ezQ/s72-c/icarus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-882955180476088379</id><published>2008-01-28T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:08:14.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political truth-telling'/><title type='text'>Not mincing words: a definition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6ETjVUgJLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vt6gHmeJUJg/s1600-h/426938881_909a1b6429_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161428145682785458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6ETjVUgJLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vt6gHmeJUJg/s320/426938881_909a1b6429_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To not mince words:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflected Form(s): minced; minc·ing&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French mincer, from Vulgar Latin *minutiare, from Latin minutia smallness — more at minutia&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14th century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: to say what you mean clearly and directly, even if you upset people by doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama in September 2002: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t oppose all wars. What I am opposed to is a dumb war. What I am opposed to is a rash war. What I am opposed to is the cynical attempt by Richard Perle and Paul Wolfowitz and other armchair, weekend warriors in this administration to shove their own ideological agendas down our throats, irrespective of the costs in lives lost and in hardships borne."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-882955180476088379?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/882955180476088379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/882955180476088379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-mincing-words-definition.html' title='Not mincing words: a definition'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zJeiD0c0Cs4/R6ETjVUgJLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vt6gHmeJUJg/s72-c/426938881_909a1b6429_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-3098649957585864365</id><published>2008-01-26T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:32:05.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architects and Architecture'/><title type='text'>My Architect: A Son's Journey (1/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HheBRWf3aCM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HheBRWf3aCM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathaniel Kahn made this documentary about his father Louis, the great American architect. &lt;em&gt;My Architect &lt;/em&gt;features interviews with several giants of modern architecture, including I.M. Pei, Anne Tyng and Philip Johnson. The film was nominated for the 2003 Academy Award for Documentary Feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-3098649957585864365?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myarchitectfilm.com/' title='My Architect: A Son&apos;s Journey (1/11)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/3098649957585864365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/3098649957585864365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-architect-son.html' title='My Architect: A Son&apos;s Journey (1/11)'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-4588942241453027418</id><published>2008-01-24T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:29:09.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artists and Art'/><title type='text'>Time out for fine art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2086/2324/1600/colorlostBoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2086/2324/1600/colorlostBoys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Probe: Saddam's Capture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Tomer Hanuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People all over the world saw that news footage... Iraqis as well. his capture was celebrated in the west like another step towards 'fixing' Iraq, but must have been less than festive to the hundreds and thousands of Iraqi orphans living in ruins..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thanuka.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;www.thanuka.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-4588942241453027418?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tropicaltoxic.blogspot.com/2006/11/night-probe-saddams-capture.html' title='Time out for fine art'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/4588942241453027418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/4588942241453027418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-out-for-fine-art.html' title='Time out for fine art'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-4349121442332288405</id><published>2008-01-23T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:27:34.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalists and journalism'/><title type='text'>Fareed Zakaria on identity and social insight  </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Sections/TVNews/Today%20show/Today%20Books/TodayBooksHISTORYANDPOLITICS/2008/Zakaria,%20Fareed.standard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="408" alt="" src="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Sections/TVNews/Today%20show/Today%20Books/TodayBooksHISTORYANDPOLITICS/2008/Zakaria,%20Fareed.standard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Power of Personality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Fareed Zakaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This article, touching on identity and social insight, is decent and short. Fareed Zakaria, a prominent journalist, Editor of Newsweek Int'l, wrote the article. I like it in large part because Zakaria is so established, while he appears to accept the need to remain flexible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/78157"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;www.newsweek.com/id/78157&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-4349121442332288405?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.newsweek.com/id/78157' title='Fareed Zakaria on identity and social insight  &lt;BlogItemTitle&gt;'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/4349121442332288405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/4349121442332288405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/fareed-zakaria-on-identity-and-social.html' title='Fareed Zakaria on identity and social insight  &lt;BlogItemTitle&gt;'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340025256478712481.post-7759905674001468665</id><published>2008-01-23T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:32:54.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political truth-telling'/><title type='text'>A good opener: Jia on Bob Johnson's recent remarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PgxiAtQaTo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PgxiAtQaTo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340025256478712481-7759905674001468665?l=tasteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/7759905674001468665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340025256478712481/posts/default/7759905674001468665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-opener-jia-on-bob-johnsons-recent.html' title='A good opener: Jia on Bob Johnson&apos;s recent remarks'/><author><name>Taste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947472022299572263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
