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Blog Non-Fiction Book Reviews Essays Journalism Journals Fiction Stories Poems Art Drawings Paintings Baby Hunter's pages Misc Quotes Links	What's New: 9/14/08 - While under the weather, cleaned up a travellog about my last hiking trip with some pix. 9/6/08 - Created a blog for all of the thoughts that i've got that don't make it to this website. Check out http://gibsonmeigs.blogspot.com/ for more. 8/26/08 - I've got a lot of writings that I just don't seem to have the time to clean up and finish. Considering just posting them as is blog-style for my three readers to enjoy. Stay Tuned. Until then, the latest crop of Hunter pix should entertain you. 6/17/08 - I had a "lost month" recently due to a throat infection and subesquent surgery, so nothing new was forthcoming for quite some time. I'm just now getting back into the swing of things. Until something new comes along, here's some new Hunter pictures from the last few months. 4/3/08 - New Hunter pictures abound on this page. 3/26/08 - Moved to the menus to the left side of the pages. Exciting stuff. 3/11/08 - A new book review today: My dissapointed reaction to Denis Johnson's Tree of Smoke along with some thoughts about the relentless media praise for it. I also tried to fix up the formatting of the bulleted lists in Firefox. If anyone's out there and sees something that appears off, feel free to let me know. Comments? Reactions? Rants? Email me and let loose!
now playing: Roxy Music. For Your Pleasure and Stranded. Holy crap. Why did I wait so long to listen to early Roxy Music? Amazing stuff here, alternately rocking and moody, with fantastic melodies. Byian Ferry's laconic voice may not be for everyone, and there are elements of late-period Roxy's synth-pop romanticism, but overall this is quality 70s rock with hardly a bad toon in the bunch. For a bonus, give Brian Ferry's radical reworking of classic toons on his These Foolish Things (highlight: Sympathy for the Devil sung as a decadant lounge lizard. Brian Eno & Robert Fripp. Evening Star. Ambient keyboard washes mixed with frippertronic guitar loops and moody noodling. Absent the too-long final track, a wonderfully evocative album Neil Young. Ragged Glory Outtakes. Rehersals and alternate takes of toons from Neil's late period highlight album with Crazy Horse. Unapologicically idealistic and rocking - a fresh drink of water from today's mope-rock and Roxy's irony. Can. Peel Sessions. When they were on, they were ON. Mighty Girl is a piano-driven rocker, pulsing along for nine glorious minutes, while "Return to BB City" and "Tape Kebap" are synth-powered journies that couldn't farther from many of the static synth epics out there. Booker T & the MG's. Greatest Hits. Can't get enough of those solid organ blues. Steve Reich. Different Trains/Electric Counterpoint. Did you know that Pat Metheny played guitar on Reich's Fast, or that The Orb used a sample from it as the main riff in Little Fluffy Clouds? Neither did I. Minimalism meets jazz meets electronica. Much more powerful then it's 20-odd minutes suggests. on the nightstand: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Haruki Murakami. A low-key memoir about - duh - running and writing. Inspired me to kick up my running from 2-3 times a week to 3-4 times a week... The Wall of the Sky, the Wall of the Eye: Stories. Jonathan Lethem. For a writer with so much promise that (I think) doesn't always deliver, this short story collection is a real winner. The highlight for me is the business man who is cursed to continually return from hell in order to live with his suburban family. The Inmates are Running the Asylum. Alan Cooper. A dead-on analysis of why software companies rely on developers to design their products, and why this leads to the failure of so many software projects. The Amalgamation Polka. Stephen Wright. A fasinatingly-well written account of a boy's adventures in the Civil War-era United States. So well written that it takes a lot of time to full grasp the sentences, time which I don't really have at the moment... Don Quixote. Cervantes. Translated by Edith Grossman. The classic in a modern translation. My first time through it and my first reaction after the first 100 pages or so is that it's suprisingly funny; you don't typically find humor in books that are labeled as classics (the master, Shakespeare, excepted, of course). Jung's Map of the Soul. Murray Stein.

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What's New:

9/14/08 - While under the weather, cleaned up a travellog about my last hiking trip with some pix.

9/6/08 - Created a blog for all of the thoughts that i've got that don't make it to this website. Check out http://gibsonmeigs.blogspot.com/ for more.

8/26/08 - I've got a lot of writings that I just don't seem to have the time to clean up and finish. Considering just posting them as is blog-style for my three readers to enjoy. Stay Tuned.
Until then, the latest crop of Hunter pix should entertain you.

6/17/08 - I had a "lost month" recently due to a throat infection and subesquent surgery, so nothing new was forthcoming for quite some time. I'm just now getting back into the swing of things. Until something new comes along, here's some new Hunter pictures from the last few months.

4/3/08 - New Hunter pictures abound on this page.

3/26/08 - Moved to the menus to the left side of the pages. Exciting stuff.

3/11/08 - A new book review today: My dissapointed reaction to Denis Johnson's Tree of Smoke along with some thoughts about the relentless media praise for it.

I also tried to fix up the formatting of the bulleted lists in Firefox. If anyone's out there and sees something that appears off, feel free to let me know.

Comments? Reactions? Rants? Email me and let loose!

now playing:

Roxy Music. For Your Pleasure and Stranded. Holy crap. Why did I wait so long to listen to early Roxy Music? Amazing stuff here, alternately rocking and moody, with fantastic melodies. Byian Ferry's laconic voice may not be for everyone, and there are elements of late-period Roxy's synth-pop romanticism, but overall this is quality 70s rock with hardly a bad toon in the bunch. For a bonus, give Brian Ferry's radical reworking of classic toons on his These Foolish Things (highlight: Sympathy for the Devil sung as a decadant lounge lizard.
Brian Eno & Robert Fripp. Evening Star. Ambient keyboard washes mixed with frippertronic guitar loops and moody noodling. Absent the too-long final track, a wonderfully evocative album
Neil Young. Ragged Glory Outtakes. Rehersals and alternate takes of toons from Neil's late period highlight album with Crazy Horse. Unapologicically idealistic and rocking - a fresh drink of water from today's mope-rock and Roxy's irony.
Can. Peel Sessions. When they were on, they were ON. Mighty Girl is a piano-driven rocker, pulsing along for nine glorious minutes, while "Return to BB City" and "Tape Kebap" are synth-powered journies that couldn't farther from many of the static synth epics out there.
Booker T & the MG's. Greatest Hits. Can't get enough of those solid organ blues.
Steve Reich. Different Trains/Electric Counterpoint. Did you know that Pat Metheny played guitar on Reich's Fast, or that The Orb used a sample from it as the main riff in Little Fluffy Clouds? Neither did I. Minimalism meets jazz meets electronica. Much more powerful then it's 20-odd minutes suggests.

on the nightstand:

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Haruki Murakami. A low-key memoir about - duh - running and writing. Inspired me to kick up my running from 2-3 times a week to 3-4 times a week...
The Wall of the Sky, the Wall of the Eye: Stories. Jonathan Lethem. For a writer with so much promise that (I think) doesn't always deliver, this short story collection is a real winner. The highlight for me is the business man who is cursed to continually return from hell in order to live with his suburban family.
The Inmates are Running the Asylum. Alan Cooper. A dead-on analysis of why software companies rely on developers to design their products, and why this leads to the failure of so many software projects.
The Amalgamation Polka. Stephen Wright. A fasinatingly-well written account of a boy's adventures in the Civil War-era United States. So well written that it takes a lot of time to full grasp the sentences, time which I don't really have at the moment...
Don Quixote. Cervantes. Translated by Edith Grossman. The classic in a modern translation. My first time through it and my first reaction after the first 100 pages or so is that it's suprisingly funny; you don't typically find humor in books that are labeled as classics (the master, Shakespeare, excepted, of course).
Jung's Map of the Soul. Murray Stein.