22715. (John Field) Piano Concerto #1 in E‑f, H.27
22716. (John Field) Piano Concerto #2 in A‑f, H.31
22717. (Olivier Messiaen) Huits préludes pour piano (1928–29)
22718. (Booker T & The MGs) Green Onions
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First-time listening for January 2014
READING – JANUARY 2014
21513. (Poul Anderson) A Midsummer Tempest
21514. (David Lordkipanidze, et al) A Complete Skull from Dmanisi, Georgia, and the
. . . . . Evolutionary Biology of Early Homo[article]
21515. (Ha-Joon Chang) Kicking Away the Ladder: Development Strategy in Historical
. . . . . Perspective
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The Romance of Antar
Early Arabic literature is not well-known in the English-speaking world, and some elements of it might surprise someone who is only familiar with the stuff from later periods. Among the earliest works in Classical Arabic are a number of tales that can only be called “chivalric romances”, which strongly resemble the sort of thing you would expect in Malory or Chrétien de Troyes. What would most surprise a modern reader is the treatment of female characters. Read more »
FILMS – DECEMBER 2013
(Parker 2013) South Park: Ep.240 — World War Zimmerman
(Stanton 2012) John Carter
(Pink 1962) Journey To The Seventh Planet
(Clark 1979) Angels’ Revenge [aka Angels’ Brigade] [Mystery Science Theatre version]
(Silberston 1998) MidSomer Murders: Ep.2 — Written In Blood
(Claxton 1979) Night of the Lepus
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First-time listening for December 2013
22640. (Magnus Þór Sigmundsson) Íslandsklukkur
22641. (Giuseppe Verdi) Alzira [complete opera; d. Luisi; Mescheriakova, Vargas, Gavanelli]
22642. (Wilhelm Friedemann Bach) Harpsichord Concerto in F, F.44/BR.C13
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READING – DECEMBER 2013
21427. (Kathy Reichs) Déjà Dead
21428. (James Morgan) Giant Prehistoric Toiler Unearthed [article]
21429. (Ben Quinn) Iceland’s Armed Police Make First Ever Fatal Shooting [article]
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013 — Not Christmas in Toronto
As we hunker down to our mugs of hot chocolate, or perhaps a stiff belt of tongue-rasping Canadian Rye, wrapped in blankets or huddling by the fire (some of us still don’t have electricity as of this writing), listening to the wind howl outside, I think the best Christmas gift I can share with my fellow Torontonians is a few pictures to remind us what it was like, oh, six months and an eternity ago. A different city. A different time. A different way of life. Not even Rob Ford could spoil it.…. Merry Christmas to one and all.




