<?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-7243915</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:10:55.153-07:00</updated><category term='tantmieux'/><category term='welcome back'/><category term='ranson-polizzotti'/><category term='bob dylan'/><category term='eat the document'/><category term='sotto voce'/><category term='spring'/><category term='d.a. pennebaker'/><category term='editorial'/><category term='sadi ranson'/><category term='ballad of the thinman'/><category term='expectingrain'/><category term='links'/><category term='what&apos;s going on'/><category term='tant mieux'/><title type='text'>sotto voce | part of the tant mieux project</title><subtitle type='html'>one woman | a cellphone | two laptops | write now, right now</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-8471243303351905105</id><published>2008-03-21T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:18:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment of truth | money honey</title><summary type='text'> tant mieux on Cyrano - the latest post... pleased to note that this article has been syndicated and has appeared on other sites, including PEN America at http://www.pen.org/ViewBlogPost.php?prmBlogID=262&amp;prmProfileID=40628thanks, as ever, for reading...s.r.p., march 21, 1.21 p.m.  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:96315386-B7C3-43BF-94AA-1854DDD9A56A:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8471243303351905105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8471243303351905105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2008/03/moment-of-truth-money-honey.html' title='the moment of truth | money honey'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-2665476940640870836</id><published>2007-09-29T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:37:22.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o, irony</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:9F03C5FB-8961-4737-AA73-9BDF49DECA8F:1 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.bspcn.comWe all shrug off our mortal coil eventually. Whilst we all look forward to a long and happy life, there are some unfortunate souls who leave this world with a touch of humor. If you’re gonna go, go out in style!Lifeguards On DutyIn New Orleans more than 100 lifeguards threw a party to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2665476940640870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2665476940640870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-irony.html' title='o, irony'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-8049578493163819110</id><published>2007-09-29T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T05:12:56.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corruption index</title><summary type='text'> read it and truly weep &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:B44228AF-798F-44DE-9296-D96062750E11:1 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.haaretz.com																																		w26/09/2007									Israel ranked 30th out of 180 countries in Corruption IndexIsrael is ranked 30th out of 180 states in the 2007 "Corruption Perceptions Index," released Wednesday by Transparency International, a global NGO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8049578493163819110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8049578493163819110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/corruption-index.html' title='corruption index'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-1229462639822811731</id><published>2007-09-27T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:10:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would b.d. do?</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:DA3FDCA9-19EC-44A4-BDAE-41BB6E0CBBEB:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.dylanmessaging.com &lt;!-- END_CLIP_CONTENT --&gt;  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1229462639822811731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1229462639822811731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-would-bd-do.html' title='what would b.d. do?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-1386667171629743909</id><published>2007-09-17T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:11:18.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when did editing end? - sadi ranson-polizzotti</title><summary type='text'> part of an ongoing (and previous) series on the popular site, teleread, www.teleread.org, editor david rothman, author, sadi ranson-polizzotti. &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:BDC6722B-7785-470B-80DA-42562ED03F09:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.teleread.orgNo longer can an editor find the time to hold an author’s hand and, line by line, make careful or substantive changes to a submitted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1386667171629743909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1386667171629743909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-did-editing-end-sadi-ranson.html' title='when did editing end? - sadi ranson-polizzotti'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-2673710258325092705</id><published>2007-04-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:06:57.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s going on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sotto voce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranson-polizzotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tant mieux'/><title type='text'>what's new |</title><summary type='text'> Sotto Voce is by no means 'in-active' - this site is a portal and a site unto itself. It has articles all its own and it also leads to Tant Mieux which houses most of the articles on all sites, which have been published on other sites as well including print publications, various anthologies, books, etc. So The Tant Mieux Project and Sotto Voce are like a warehouse in effect for keeping all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2673710258325092705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2673710258325092705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-new.html' title='what&apos;s new |'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/Ri_Lt3jcoCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/h4gAOqAGUlc/s72-c/sadie+no+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-823254583992771217</id><published>2007-03-15T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:42:25.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat the document'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantmieux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranson-polizzotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.a. pennebaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballad of the thinman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadi ranson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectingrain'/><title type='text'>ballad of the thin man... eat the document</title><summary type='text'>This footage of Ballad of the Thin Man from Eat the Document (also found with a lot more about Dylan on Dylan So Much the Better ) is most notable because Pennebaker cut his own lens for this footage and this footage only, which is part of why you get the effect you have of the light behind Dylan – the lights in general and how it shines almost eerily behind him. More &gt;&gt;&gt;*note that this article </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/823254583992771217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/823254583992771217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/03/ballad-of-thin-man-eat-document.html' title='ballad of the thin man... eat the document'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/RfnY0vkwA2I/AAAAAAAAACw/cOX7QxBHmFw/s72-c/pennebaker+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-3820986126398898401</id><published>2007-01-14T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:59:05.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simon cowell says Dylan is boring - next please....</title><summary type='text'>It’s somewhat ironic that Simon Cowell of American Idol, uh, notoriety, has stated that Bob Dylan’s music “Bores him to tears.” More, “…the Bob Dylans of this world would (not) make American idol a better show.”Cowell went on to say he preferred Kelly Clarkson and that he had “Never bought a Dylan record.”Well wow.Should we all be devastated the king of, how shall we put this gently… mediocre pop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/3820986126398898401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/3820986126398898401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/01/simon-cowell-says-dylan-is-boring-what.html' title='simon cowell says Dylan is boring - next please....'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/RaqzuHiLxRI/AAAAAAAAABw/Cgv-fRctd0I/s72-c/bob+dylan+65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116622547290215029</id><published>2006-12-15T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:31:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a word...</title><summary type='text'>We're glad to be back blogging on Sotto Voce since we've been very busy with Bob Dylan on Tant Mieux. That said, we never forget our other sites, and have created a new slew of places to visit and articles to read: start with et pourquoi pas and check out the other articles on that blog.Also, visit Tant Mieux, where the traffic has gone way up and see just how much has changed. There are new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116622547290215029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116622547290215029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/12/word.html' title='a word...'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116449414975970479</id><published>2006-11-25T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:34:42.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bob Dylan - When The Deal Goes Downjust because it's too good not to. For more Bob Dylan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116449414975970479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116449414975970479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-when-deal-goes-down-just.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116447438587537891</id><published>2006-11-25T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:36:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dylan - signage in Londonfor more click Bob Dylan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447438587537891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447438587537891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/dylan-signage-in-london-bob-dylan-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116447205393597316</id><published>2006-11-25T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:33:48.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bob dylan  don't think twice, 1965live concert footage, for more please click here for Bob Dylan on Tant Mieux</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447205393597316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447205393597316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-dont-think-twice-1965-live.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116447187128041879</id><published>2006-11-25T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:37:41.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bob dylan  time magazine interviewfor more, visithttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/bob-dylan-on-tant-mieux-/ and select Dylan from the right navigation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447187128041879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447187128041879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-time-magazine-interview-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116353470236551335</id><published>2006-11-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:38:25.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bob dylan | boot heels still wanderin - live at agganis, november 12, 2006</title><summary type='text'>The Agganis Arena at Boston University is large – pretty large anyway, with raked seating and crimson backed chairs and seats that line the flat base of the floor. It seems worthy of Dylan more than the show I saw this summer at a baseball field in Pawtuckett Rhode Island where Dylan played, which was a terrific show and set-list (so don’t get me wrong, this was a great show), and while Dylan may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116353470236551335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116353470236551335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-boot-heels-still-wanderin.html' title='bob dylan | boot heels still wanderin - live at agganis, november 12, 2006'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335806883110537</id><published>2006-11-12T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:01:08.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a time for departure</title><summary type='text'>Tennessee Williams said, “There is a time in life for departure even when there is no place to go.”It’s a slippery statement but at this juncture, I can relate in that I feel a need for departure – be it from a relationship or place – it is a departure all the same. The scary thing about departure is that you don’t know where it leads, as Williams says. You know where you were, or you think you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335806883110537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335806883110537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-departure.html' title='a time for departure'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335696751266839</id><published>2006-11-12T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:42:47.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Documented; Leaving a Legacy</title><summary type='text'>I’ve written about this before to some extent anyway, and yet I find myself coming back around to the topic with yet more thoughts and ideas. The topic here is legacy, documentary and why we, or I anyway, feel the need to preserve a given moment. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of photographs in this house in various stages of their evolution from storage on disk, to stacks or prints, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335696751266839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335696751266839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-documented-leaving-legacy.html' title='What is Documented; Leaving a Legacy'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335496240798480</id><published>2006-11-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:09:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for Dylan in Pawtuckett</title><summary type='text'>We are sixth or so in line in front the imposing stadium security gate at McCoy Stadium in Pawtucket , Rhode Island .It is August 24, 2006 and it is early hours yet – only 2:30 – which leaves us with three hours before we can even enter the stadium where we will see Bob Dylan. If you count the warm-up acts as part of our wait, we have about six or so hours of waiting time before Bob Dylan comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335496240798480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335496240798480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-for-dylan-in-pawtuckett.html' title='waiting for Dylan in Pawtuckett'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335476489966881</id><published>2006-11-12T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:06:04.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would Bob Dylan do?</title><summary type='text'>After having gone through many hard times, and hey, who hasn’t in their life by a certain age, I have finally realized that I absolutely know nothing. By this I do not mean the “oh, I at last realize that I used to know everything, but I now realize that I knew so little.” I truly mean that I know absolutely nothing (hard emphasis there.) &gt;&gt; more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335476489966881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335476489966881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-would-bob-dylan-do.html' title='what would Bob Dylan do?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335429339881287</id><published>2006-11-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:03:08.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wired: Vagus Nerve Stimulation, Epilepsy &amp; Me</title><summary type='text'>There are, of course, risks with any major surgery. Even with minor surgery.My neurologist wants me to get a vagus nerve stimulator implanted beneath my pectoral muscle, which is just below my breast. “A slight scar” he says and runs his finger along the side of his arm &gt;&gt;&gt;more...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335429339881287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335429339881287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/wired-vagus-nerve-stimulation-epilepsy.html' title='Wired: Vagus Nerve Stimulation, Epilepsy &amp; Me'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-109891236454422911</id><published>2006-10-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:13:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allons'y</title><summary type='text'> welcome to Sotto Voce, which is part of The Tant Mieux Project, which is to say that it is part of a whole lot of stuff.Tant Mieux - so much the better - to translate loosely that is, is a site where we publish cultural comment, music commentary, generational and cultural issues, GenX issues, sociological comment, poetry (of all kinds, ranging from simply seasonal to Love to the elusive Other, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109891236454422911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109891236454422911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/10/allonsy.html' title='allons&apos;y'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-109690573395147176</id><published>2006-10-04T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:27:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to sotto voce</title><summary type='text'>the long and strong rainy days of summer, unlike most other times of year, a real deluge that brings down trees with thunderous clouds and lightning that always seems to seek out and strike someone as reported on the evening news. Yet despite all of this, despite our work and those impossible deadlines, let's face it, we love all of it. We love those deadlines, to be driven and to feel that elan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109690573395147176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109690573395147176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-sotto-voce.html' title='welcome to sotto voce'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-115612125797537855</id><published>2006-08-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:08:46.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>publish or perish | your fifteen minutes - you think so?</title><summary type='text'> Everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame, some even want more but will say only fifteen minutes lest they sound greedy. Warhol thought perhaps we all had our fifteen minutes. I'm not even sure about that. There are people i see all the time and i'm quite certain they will not get one minute, let alone fifteen minutes of fame, which is not to say that i would or will, only that i don't see it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/115612125797537855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/115612125797537855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/08/publish-or-perish-your-fifteen-minutes.html' title='publish or perish | your fifteen minutes - you think so?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113907410695232034</id><published>2006-02-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:42:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the list of the moment, volume two</title><summary type='text'>I admit, I have been mooning about lately and so my present list of the moment, the current top songs on MY own list, which I do periodically, is perhaps not to be completely trusted. That said, I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't at least find it to try some of these songs, unless they are way out of your genre (so far that you couldn't crawl home), then I think why not give it a shot. Without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113907410695232034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113907410695232034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/02/list-of-moment-volume-two.html' title='the list of the moment, volume two'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113510028832152341</id><published>2005-12-20T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:38:08.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the moment</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to capture the moment of any given moment in a single snapshot, and yet this shot, to me, captures everything about my most recent foray to NYC. It was subtle, full of life, soft, scented, productive, proud, energetic yet mild, and always but always with friends both old and new and discovering new things about myself and about them as well. Once can hardly say that this was by any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113510028832152341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113510028832152341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/caught-in-moment.html' title='caught in the moment'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113492741004600737</id><published>2005-12-18T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:39:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>renaldo &amp; clara - Bob Dylan's love story gone wrong.</title><summary type='text'>In white-face make-up, eyes lined heavily black, and lips smeared with red, Dylan wails out the song about whom, let’s face it, the whole of Renaldo and Clara is about – Sara, his wife at the time and then soon-to-be ex-wife. Well the film could be called, Renaldo and Sara anyway, but the truth is the film is just as much about Dylan himself as it is about anyone, if not more so. It’s about …(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113492741004600737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113492741004600737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/renaldo-clara-bob-dylans-love-story.html' title='renaldo &amp; clara - Bob Dylan&apos;s love story gone wrong.'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113492684453501065</id><published>2005-12-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:28:58.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>british double-deckers to be taken out of service on BBC</title><summary type='text'>The red double-decker bus of London known as the 'Routemaster' may perhaps always be historically regarded as symbolic of London in the latter half of the 20th Century. The last Routemaster was decommissioned on 9th December, 2005.The Routemasters considered by most to be aesthetically pleasing mode of transport. What's more, the bus's clever design &gt;&gt;&gt;more on BBC h2g2.http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113492684453501065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113492684453501065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/british-double-deckers-to-be-taken-out.html' title='british double-deckers to be taken out of service on BBC'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113426095021145496</id><published>2005-12-10T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:29:10.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ruminations on Peter Falk and Bob Dylan and the human tendency to attach and find sameness in those we love as we externalize it and project it and more onto others.  Here is the article in which i bare my soul and admit the embarassing truth about my true love for Peter Falk, better known as "Colombo" (Oh, that wavy hair....)http://www.tantmieux.squarespace.com/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-article/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113426095021145496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113426095021145496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/ruminations-on-peter-falk-and-bob.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113417441531492899</id><published>2005-12-09T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T10:31:54.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark days of winter</title><summary type='text'>I spent two hours today, after stupidly insisting i would go for "a drive" in a blizzard to take some photographs, i found myself stuck in various snowbanks, spinning my wheels and almost smashing into various poles and trees and other vehicles. I thank god i'm a good driver, for were it not for this simple fact, i am convinced that i or someone else would have been seriously injured... and no, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113417441531492899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113417441531492899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/dark-days-of-winter.html' title='the dark days of winter'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113417311632818100</id><published>2005-12-09T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:05:16.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the teaches of peaches . . . what have we learned?</title><summary type='text'>Is Peaches that offensive? A friend tells me, most of his women friends find Peaches offensive, where as I on the other hand, find Peaches incredibly sexy and though yes, full of sex and raw and lacking in any subtlety, her music has that old Salt n Pepa “Push It” bump-n-grind thing going on that has been lacking much popular music for a long time. Or maybe I’ve just been looking in the wrong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113417311632818100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113417311632818100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/teaches-of-peaches-what-have-we.html' title='the teaches of peaches . . . what have we learned?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113304816107519513</id><published>2005-11-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:57:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing dylan | then &amp; now...</title><summary type='text'>I make no secret of the fact that I love Bob Dylan, and why should I? Millions of people love Dylan and there must be thousands of writers who spend their time reading about Dylan, researching and writing and thinking about him and his work just as I do and have for quite some time now. But what I want to talk about today and this is totally different from anything else I’ve written, is strictly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113304816107519513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113304816107519513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/11/chasing-dylan-then-now.html' title='chasing dylan | then &amp; now...'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113172587417818594</id><published>2005-11-11T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:17:54.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stephen glass &amp; the new republic | house of glass</title><summary type='text'>The New Republic, the well-known and trusted Washington magazine/journal founded in 1914 has a reputation for its political and cultural influence. It is rumored, as they say in the film Shattered Glass, to be the in-flight magazine of Air Force One. Whether or not this is true is hard to verify and one would think that even if it is true, there are naturally other magazines as well. Regardless, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113172587417818594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113172587417818594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/11/stephen-glass-new-republic-house-of.html' title='stephen glass &amp; the new republic | house of glass'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113172526872006627</id><published>2005-11-11T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:59:45.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scorsese | the dylan interview ~ no direction home</title><summary type='text'>It’s great to see Bob Dylan at any time, really, with the exception perhaps of the Ed Bradley interview, which to me anyway, was painful and so brief that it seemed almost not worthwhile. IT was Dylan pulling his usual press routine. But to see him in the Scorsese interview is to see a strikingly candid Dylan, telling his story as if for the first time ever.” Yes it may be well be the apt time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113172526872006627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113172526872006627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/11/scorsese-dylan-interview-no-direction.html' title='scorsese | the dylan interview ~ no direction home'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112562069732019557</id><published>2005-09-01T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:24:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recollections of you</title><summary type='text'>The tap pants you bought meThe bra with the apricot ribbonI found in the monoprix in the 19thand the flowers you bought for no reasonbefore we went foraging for dinner, returninghome rich with thick clumps of vegetableradishes, cabbage, carrots, our rich spring onionsa garden of lettuce, tomatoesthe roots still clutching and from each would fallhandfuls of dirt, of this French soil.I could smell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112562069732019557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112562069732019557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/09/recollections-of-you.html' title='recollections of you'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112507986614153809</id><published>2005-08-26T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:11:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time is now...</title><summary type='text'>After a whole blog of being Bored that I wrote while back, in which I was then bored with film, bored with life, bored bored and more and worse, damn boring myself in my black and dark mood, I have become still boring but less bored.In fact, now it seems there is almost too much going on and in my effort to not be bored, I have taken on yet more work and more, including podcasting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112507986614153809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112507986614153809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-is-now.html' title='the time is now...'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112500398059879783</id><published>2005-08-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:10:37.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grist for the mill</title><summary type='text'> image: ralph gibsoni never thought i'd find myself podcasting or into the e-book scene after so many years in print and yet oddly, here i am at www.teleread.org where i encourage you to go. That said, I remember years ago working in a friend’s barn and running the old letter press and greasing the rollers with the blackest ink and selecting the Monadnock paper from the sheets he had (and there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112500398059879783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112500398059879783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/08/grist-for-mill.html' title='grist for the mill'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112499047541653893</id><published>2005-08-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:21:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another collaboration between Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti &amp; Mark Caywood.http://grandmal.blogspot.com/2005/08/variations-on-theme-by-mark-caywood.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112499047541653893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112499047541653893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-collaboration-between-sadi.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112387543852159032</id><published>2005-08-12T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:37:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Columbo – the complete third seasonThere is something that makes Columbo just so loveable.It’s Peter Falk, no question, who as a child, I remember thinking he was this older man because he wore that great bit overcoat and appeared always stooped over and that made me think he was older than he really is.  Now, as I watch the episodes again, I see that he can be hardly more than his early forties </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112387543852159032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112387543852159032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-httpblogcritics.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112380264491074786</id><published>2005-08-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:24:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waltz xo makes BBC The Post/UnderGuide</title><summary type='text'>Read up on the latest piece on the BBC, the story Waltz XO (after the title by Elliott Smith). A brief short story.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112380264491074786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112380264491074786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/08/waltz-xo-makes-bbc-postunderguide.html' title='waltz xo makes BBC The Post/UnderGuide'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112345448224024618</id><published>2005-08-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:41:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>copyright basics | not so basic afterall</title><summary type='text'>In these almost Wild Wild West days of the Internet and other media as it develops at the speed of sound there seems to be much debate about copyright law, so it only makes sense that for any reasonable discussion of the issue, we first layout the copyright laws as they stand at present before moving on to a further discussion about how they have changed. It’s all to easy to whine and complain, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112345448224024618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112345448224024618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/08/copyright-basics-not-so-basic-afterall.html' title='copyright basics | not so basic afterall'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112163870381730907</id><published>2005-07-17T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:50:08.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty pretty things ~ what price?</title><summary type='text'>If you are not an immigrant and want to know what the immigrant experience is or wereever curious, then see Dirty Pretty Things directed by Stephen Frears and starring Audrey Tautou, the dark-haired beauty and incredibly gifted girl who starred as "Amelie,” though don’t expect to see the same light –hearted, albeit melancholic girl, because Tautou is far too talented for that. She is changeable, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112163870381730907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112163870381730907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/07/dirty-pretty-things-what-price.html' title='dirty pretty things ~ what price?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112145035878511688</id><published>2005-07-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:59:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monogamy, mistresses, wives and other loves...</title><summary type='text'>There is just so much to say about marriage, relationships, being a wife, being a mistress, being the husband or the lover, the abandoned, the abandonee and i can tell you from all ends, no matter where you are at this moment in time, the situation is difficult for all concerned. The wife will think the mistress has the easier course and in some ways she is right: after all, she is not "being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112145035878511688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112145035878511688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/07/monogamy-mistresses-wives-and-other.html' title='monogamy, mistresses, wives and other loves...'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112126554227412995</id><published>2005-07-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:54:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time out of mind ~ Dylan | really?</title><summary type='text'>I admit: I am in slightly taken with “Time Out of Mind”, the Dylan album that I’ve had long arguments with people about because they like others more and sure, they’re good and we all love the old Bob, but frankly, I’m partial to the new Bob and I’m worried. Very worried...Argue all you want, but I think it is one of the most honest Dylan albums that I’ve heard in ages, and while many have come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112126554227412995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112126554227412995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-out-of-mind-dylan-really.html' title='time out of mind ~ Dylan | really?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-112031745280438563</id><published>2005-07-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:20:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bob dylan | world tour 66 through the lens of mickey jones</title><summary type='text'>World Tour, 1966The Home MoviesThrough the Camera of Bob Dylan’s Drummer Mickey JonesWhat is it about Dylan, then and now, that makes that voice so damn sexy, so damn workable. I mean, I can listen to “Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues.” and I practically melt every time, especially when he says Your debutante knows what you neeeeed, but I know what you waaaant…” and that “oh, Mama, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112031745280438563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/112031745280438563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/07/bob-dylan-world-tour-66-through-lens.html' title='bob dylan | world tour 66 through the lens of mickey jones'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111879069724071767</id><published>2005-06-14T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:14:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer, 2005 ~ june greeting</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Sotto Voce;"matin" by alain daussinWhy this image? We change this Splash page weekly to keep articles, new poetry and other news updated, and at that time, we sometimes change the image here as well. We have reached the long, hot, sultry days of Summer and the Eastern seaboard feels as though it had been coated with a heavy wet wool blanket. It is humid, languid, and in another context</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111879069724071767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111879069724071767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-2005-june-greeting.html' title='summer, 2005 ~ june greeting'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111809863803786158</id><published>2005-06-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:21:42.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob's Fate | Bob Dylan &amp; Masked &amp; Anonymous</title><summary type='text'>Masked &amp; AnonymousStarring Bob Dylan as “Jack Fate” and a whole host of other characters with so many cameos that I eventually lost count, though to note a few: Bruce Dern, Giovanni Ribisi, Luke Wilson, Val Kilmer (as an animal rights activist and farmer), Jeff Bridges, Jessica Lange, John Goodman, Christian Slater, Mickey Rourke, Penelope Cruz, and on and on…Here is the set-up: Jack Fate, played</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111809863803786158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111809863803786158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/06/bobs-fate-bob-dylan-masked-anonymous.html' title='Bob&apos;s Fate | Bob Dylan &amp; Masked &amp; Anonymous'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111783320425011301</id><published>2005-06-03T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:20:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the devil in the front row | Oppenheimer's biography of Vogue editor, Anna Wintour</title><summary type='text'>Front RowAnna Wintour: The Cool Life &amp; Hot Times of Vogue’s Editor in Chiefby Jerry OppenheimerOne cannot say with any real authority or certainty whether or not the road to success has been particularly easy or particularly difficult for Anna Wintour, now Editor-in-Chief of American Vogue, a position much coveted by Wintour for, it would seem, her entire career, if not her life from when she was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111783320425011301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111783320425011301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/06/devil-in-front-row-oppenheimers.html' title='the devil in the front row | Oppenheimer&apos;s biography of Vogue editor, Anna Wintour'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111760836071974770</id><published>2005-05-31T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:06:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gracefully insane | a history of mclean hospital ~ then &amp; now | review</title><summary type='text'>McClean hospital has long been a place for the elite. Since it’s founding and original location near Charlestown and eventual move to Watertown on the outskirts of Boston, McClean has had a certain panache that other institutions just don’t have, and we are talking here of mental institutions, or perhaps a more polite term, places where people can get some rest from life, take a breather, get the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111760836071974770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111760836071974770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/05/gracefully-insane-history-of-mclean.html' title='gracefully insane | a history of mclean hospital ~ then &amp; now | review'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111705403416069381</id><published>2005-05-25T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:47:14.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down came the rain | brooke shields on postpartum depression, a review</title><summary type='text'>On the glossy, slick surface of things, it seems that actress and model Brooke Shields has led a life of privilege and success with few problems. Considered one of the great beauties and sex symbols of our time, Shields has consistently courted the image of herself as the girl with the “right” morality (remember how publicly Shields spoke out about virginity and cigarette smoking?) and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111705403416069381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111705403416069381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/05/down-came-rain-brooke-shields-on.html' title='down came the rain | brooke shields on postpartum depression, a review'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111696119781727198</id><published>2005-05-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:00:45.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent poetry publications | april - may, 05</title><summary type='text'>Recent poetry publications include new work appearing in the esteemed Adagio Verse Quarterly and we're proud to be in such good company, so here are two recent poems (select link or click here.)http://www.geocities.com/adagioversequarterly/p12.html&amp;We're also proud to add that yet more work has found its way to Underground Window, an excellent publication with two terrific senior editors and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111696119781727198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111696119781727198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/05/recent-poetry-publications-april-may.html' title='recent poetry publications | april - may, 05'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111696033757873913</id><published>2005-05-24T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:36:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mood of the moment | may, 2005</title><summary type='text'>May rains and rains and I find myself focusing more and more on writing and becoming absolutely absorbed in obscure material and old texts, filling my head with all sorts of fascinating information that, on the surface, would appear to have no practical use, yet if you look deeper, such things - philosophy, math, chaos theory, Taoism, programming, and certain sciences - are at the very core of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111696033757873913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111696033757873913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-of-moment-may-2005.html' title='mood of the moment | may, 2005'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111660374625038887</id><published>2005-05-20T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:42:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bob dylan | don't look back documentary '65</title><summary type='text'>It always comes back to Bob Dylan. Or it does for me anyway. So why should it be a surprise that again, I wanted to watch the two tour films, Don’t Look Back (1965 tour) and Eat the Document (footage of the 1966 tour). There is something about Dylan in these early recordings that captures and holds me the way it captured and held so many. (select link for more...)http://blogcritics.org/archives/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111660374625038887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111660374625038887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/05/bob-dylan-dont-look-back-documentary.html' title='bob dylan | don&apos;t look back documentary &apos;65'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111660367293912144</id><published>2005-05-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:42:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bob dylan | eat the document footage of '66 tour</title><summary type='text'>Watching Eat the Document, the footage of the Bob Dylan 1966 tour and the documentary that followed Don’t Look Back (the 1965 tour footage) is a perfect illustration of just how relative time can be. For Dylan, the differences between his 1965 young, acoustic, and fresh-scrubbed self and his louder, electric 1966 self show a markedly different man – and one who was not always accepted by even the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111660367293912144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111660367293912144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/05/bob-dylan-eat-document-footage-of-66.html' title='bob dylan | eat the document footage of &apos;66 tour'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111464320656336964</id><published>2005-04-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:06:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>virtually yours | love and friendship in the computer age</title><summary type='text'>How to write about this without being supremely bored or boring is the challenge, because although I could fill volumes on the topic of human interaction in general as have for many writers, particularly on the subjects of love and friendship, it seems that it’s all been said before and that there is nothing unique left here. Yet the newest form of human engagement always struck me as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111464320656336964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111464320656336964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/04/virtually-yours-love-and-friendship-in.html' title='virtually yours | love and friendship in the computer age'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111464305272528755</id><published>2005-04-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:04:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penn's Right</title><summary type='text'>Where have I been living? Obviously nowhere on this earth because I wake to find that Sean Penn is one of the best actors I’ve seen in recent years and I mean this sincerely. Oh disagree if you want, but I’m serious and likely you all know this and I’m again the odd man, or odd woman, out. This fact struck me after seeing his performance in both Mystic River and in 21 Grams. (link to read more...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111464305272528755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111464305272528755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/04/penns-right.html' title='Penn&apos;s Right'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-111464289502819837</id><published>2005-04-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:01:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the edge of reason | has Bridget Jones lost the meaning?</title><summary type='text'>I always had a fondness for the first Bridget Jones film,  Diary of Bridget Jonesliked the book by Helen Fielding and thought the film adaptation excellent and as true to the book as anyone could want. Bridget, in many ways, was every woman. She was perfect in her imperfections, slightly overweight, slightly squinty eyed, slightly neurotic, a bit man obsessed, yet expecting true love and yet at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111464289502819837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/111464289502819837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/04/edge-of-reason-has-bridget-jones-lost.html' title='the edge of reason | has Bridget Jones lost the meaning?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110875092022453961</id><published>2005-02-18T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:22:00.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: pleased to meet me | down the rabbit hole and straight to hell</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the use of medication and whether or not I really need it for these darned seizures of mine, and this annoying epilepsy, for I have to tell you, it seems to me that I am a heck of a lot more productive when I am off of this medicine and that I write more coherently, more intelligently, and just plain more, and while I am well aware that quantity should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110875092022453961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110875092022453961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogcriticsorg-pleased-to-meet-me-down.html' title='Blogcritics.org: pleased to meet me | down the rabbit hole and straight to hell'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110875080870788527</id><published>2005-02-18T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:20:08.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - the chrysalis factor | lolita &amp; now voyager</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that I turn to Now Voyager again and again and certain books like Lolita. I suppose we all have our favorite reads and our favorite films, and though Nabokov is certainly my favorite author, Now Voyager though , it may be a great, old Hollywood production, is also one of the hokiest films I have ever seen. Still, the film holds and as I watched recently I couldn’t help but see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110875080870788527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110875080870788527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/02/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux_18.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - the chrysalis factor | lolita &amp; now voyager'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110875072363676506</id><published>2005-02-18T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:18:43.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - in the looking glass | the real you</title><summary type='text'>I recently discovered a thing that is perhaps known to the rest of mankind but was previously unknown to me, which is that we are never just one self, but more, we are an amalgam of selves. Oh, yes, I mean of course I knew we all had different “sides” as I’ll call them – our social side, our good side, our sweet side...more&gt;&gt;&gt;sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - in the looking glass | </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110875072363676506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110875072363676506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/02/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - in the looking glass | the real you'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110752938471920805</id><published>2005-02-04T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T07:03:04.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: Woolf's Long Hours: Virginia Woolf's Temporal Lobe - sadi ranson-polizzotti</title><summary type='text'>Say what you will, but it cannot have been easy to be Virginia Woolf, and having learned that she “suffered of fits” as the language goes, a thing I know a little something about, I find myself empathizing all the more.Blogcritics.org: Woolf's Long Hours: Virginia Woolf's Temporal Lobe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110752938471920805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110752938471920805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogcriticsorg-woolfs-long-hours.html' title='Blogcritics.org: Woolf&apos;s Long Hours: Virginia Woolf&apos;s Temporal Lobe - sadi ranson-polizzotti'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110696164830362579</id><published>2005-01-28T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:20:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>booksquare - sadi ranson-polizzotti takes a long, well-considered look at adultery in literature...</title><summary type='text'>read more information from Book Square, with links to original Blogcritics article</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696164830362579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696164830362579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/booksquare-sadi-ranson-polizzotti.html' title='booksquare - sadi ranson-polizzotti takes a long, well-considered look at adultery in literature...'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110696149514796946</id><published>2005-01-28T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:18:15.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression, Discussion, Reflection - Email sadi</title><summary type='text'>for Underground Window Poetry Journalemail s.r.p. questions about poetry, writing, anything related to poetry and writing that strikes your fancy...Expression, Discussion, Reflection - Email sadi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696149514796946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696149514796946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/expression-discussion-reflection-email.html' title='Expression, Discussion, Reflection - Email sadi'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110696139768722360</id><published>2005-01-28T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:16:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underground Window - a monthly poetry journal</title><summary type='text'>for new work from sadi ranson-polizzottiUnderground Window - a monthly poetry journal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696139768722360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696139768722360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/underground-window-monthly-poetry.html' title='Underground Window - a monthly poetry journal'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110696107424858778</id><published>2005-01-28T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:11:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - ted hughes | why birthday letters</title><summary type='text'>I always felt sad for Ted Hughes. Even in death, he cannot find peace. There are still groups of people who hold Hughes, and Hughes alone, accountable for the death of his wife the poet Sylvia Plath. If only life were so simple. More &gt;&gt;&gt;sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - ted hughes | why birthday letters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696107424858778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110696107424858778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux_28.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - ted hughes | why birthday letters'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110676143708564139</id><published>2005-01-26T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T07:25:56.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>auntie sadi's advice for girls</title><summary type='text'>auntie sadi's advice for girls visit, learn, read, get advice, ask questions and find the answers to the questions or at least, get some opinions, about those things that nobody ever bothered to tell you about from a wizened old tart who has seen pretty much everything and can aid you in your journey.write to aunt sadi with your deepest, darkest problems. simply use the comments section from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110676143708564139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110676143708564139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/auntie-sadis-advice-for-girls.html' title='auntie sadi&apos;s advice for girls'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110675961903105637</id><published>2005-01-26T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T09:15:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - why wax me Barbie! </title><summary type='text'>I remember years ago ago to seemed when women had some degree of bodily hair and wore it proudly.sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - why wax me Barbie!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110675961903105637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110675961903105637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - why wax me Barbie! '/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110658259780628644</id><published>2005-01-24T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T08:03:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue sunday</title><summary type='text'>     blue sunday    Originally uploaded by sadijane. the mean reds or the real blues, depending on who you are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110658259780628644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110658259780628644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blue-sunday.html' title='blue sunday'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110652767677878443</id><published>2005-01-23T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:47:56.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pau azucar</title><summary type='text'>     pau azucar    Originally uploaded by sadijane. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110652767677878443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110652767677878443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/pau-azucar.html' title='pau azucar'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110652598405117597</id><published>2005-01-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:19:44.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the veil 3</title><summary type='text'>     taking the veil 3    Originally uploaded by sadijane. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110652598405117597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110652598405117597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/taking-veil-3.html' title='taking the veil 3'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110644285488527395</id><published>2005-01-22T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:14:14.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sotto voce | tant mieux - links page</title><summary type='text'>Select link below to be taken to our bridge page with a list of our links and a brief description for each. More links are available at www.tantmieux.squarespace.com or by selecting this linksotto voce | tant mieux - links page</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110644285488527395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110644285488527395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/sotto-voce-tant-mieux-links-page.html' title='sotto voce | tant mieux - links page'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110642239745148806</id><published>2005-01-22T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:33:17.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: living language | learn french again</title><summary type='text'>Raise your hand if you were forced to take a language course in school – you know, the usual Spanish or French, and if you were in a better school district, Italian, Latin, German and even Chinese as my son just told me was offered. Blogcritics.org: living language | learn french again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110642239745148806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110642239745148806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-living-language-learn.html' title='Blogcritics.org: living language | learn french again'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110635078222617792</id><published>2005-01-21T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T06:22:42.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: grieving and surviving | on my word </title><summary type='text'>Grief is never easy, no matter what your religious beliefs. The idea that your departed, your quick and your dead may wind up sitting on a cloud one day with fairy wings and a halo all sweetness and light is nice, but it isn’t really the same thing as having them here, with you now in this moment in which you can live life together and hold onto them for dear life and never again take that person</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110635078222617792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110635078222617792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-grieving-and-surviving.html' title='Blogcritics.org: grieving and surviving | on my word '/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110633737730282883</id><published>2005-01-21T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:56:17.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: The Calling | it's your Father on the line</title><summary type='text'>A friend rings today and Lord, it is good to hear his voice. My friend Charlie, who went from being a New York editor extraordinaire and is now a Midwestern priest -- also extraordinaire, for he is good, no great, at what he does. My, how life is odd. Imagine going from publishing literature in New York and hanging out with the likes of me and people like me who talked about work in translation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110633737730282883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110633737730282883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-calling-its-your-father.html' title='Blogcritics.org: The Calling | it&apos;s your Father on the line'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110633717915949950</id><published>2005-01-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:54:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: epilepsy and the workplace | carpe diem</title><summary type='text'>There are big debates in our family these days, and they stretch from the closest branches to the furthest reaches of the family tree, the highest fruit, who all seem to have some very strong and vehement opinion about whether or not someone like me, that is, someone with known physical complications and illness, particularly that nasty epilepsy thing that causes the “big bad” – our grand mal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110633717915949950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110633717915949950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-epilepsy-and-workplace.html' title='Blogcritics.org: epilepsy and the workplace | carpe diem'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110572077635080045</id><published>2005-01-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:39:36.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ken*again, the literary magazine. Winter 2004/2005</title><summary type='text'>scroll down on the list to my name and read work just published in Ken*Again, an excellent journal which i'm very proud to be part of.... ken*again, the literary magazine. Winter 2004/2005</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110572077635080045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110572077635080045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/kenagain-literary-magazine-winter.html' title='ken*again, the literary magazine. Winter 2004/2005'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571307279623592</id><published>2005-01-14T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:31:12.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tant mieux banner January</title><summary type='text'>     tant mieux banner January    Originally uploaded by sadijane. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571307279623592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571307279623592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/tant-mieux-banner-january.html' title='tant mieux banner January'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571188852778226</id><published>2005-01-14T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:11:28.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression, Discussion, Reflection - poetry slam sub: what adam thought he knew</title><summary type='text'>sadi's participation in Underground Window's poetry slam:sadi's participation in poetry slam:Part one: starts tenderly enough.I am light air bright.So luminous, infact,Firelflies flash their greens,A halo about my head.I am sainted, near pefectGiver, and sustainer.The night creatures draw near.(read more&gt;&gt;&gt;)Expression, Discussion, Reflection - poetry slam sub: what adam thought he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571188852778226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571188852778226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/expression-discussion-reflection.html' title='Expression, Discussion, Reflection - poetry slam sub: what adam thought he knew'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571170888813684</id><published>2005-01-14T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:08:28.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>questioning beauty | imaginary planet.net</title><summary type='text'>Sadi writes a long book review essay about the nature of beauty. Questions to think about: Can a person contemplate the physical form of a woman without linking it to sexual attraction? Is sexual attraction an appropriate metaphor for discussing beauty as a philosophical concept? More&gt;&gt;&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571170888813684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571170888813684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/questioning-beauty-imaginary-planetnet.html' title='questioning beauty | imaginary planet.net'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571164211578478</id><published>2005-01-14T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T07:22:32.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorting through the shards with sadi ranson-polizzotti | on idiotprogrammer / imaginary planet.net</title><summary type='text'>Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti, poet, essayist and frequent contributor to blogcritics, has been taking the world by storm over the last six months.More&gt;&gt;&gt;http://www.imaginaryplanet.net/weblogs/idiotprogrammer/index.php?p=83398132</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571164211578478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571164211578478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorting-through-shards-with-sadi.html' title='sorting through the shards with sadi ranson-polizzotti | on idiotprogrammer / imaginary planet.net'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571145006256680</id><published>2005-01-14T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:04:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: the family myth</title><summary type='text'>Another year whizzes by and the older I get, the faster they pass, and it seems only yesterday I was twenty-something and living what at the time I thought was surely both the highpoint and the low point of my life. Now, looking back at forty, I see how much and how little has changed. What I see at this time of year is not exclusive to me, but is a thing that perhaps we all experience and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571145006256680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571145006256680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-family-myth.html' title='Blogcritics.org: the family myth'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571139526591419</id><published>2005-01-14T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:03:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: winter's sloth | overcome the dark days of winter</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to Pillow today, that great song by Tom Verlaine who I just can’t get enough of these days and those lyrics just hit me right where it counts, and although it is years since I heard this song, when I hear the line “you are remembered well. Putting on that overcoat in June…slipping off that old corsage… it’s nothing, really nothing. What does the dove see? There at the window. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571139526591419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571139526591419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-winters-sloth-overcome.html' title='Blogcritics.org: winter&apos;s sloth | overcome the dark days of winter'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110571134062820428</id><published>2005-01-14T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:02:20.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: Holly Golightly | Fifty Dollars for the Powder Room</title><summary type='text'>I was watching Breakfast at Tiffanys, again, and wondering why in the world it is that so many women who really, compared to our Audrey are let’s face it, rather subpar, seem to think of themselves Holly Golightly or more, would want to think of themselves as Holly, who is, by all accounts, a kept woman in many ways and one who is dependent on her fifty dollars for the powder room. I noticed this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571134062820428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110571134062820428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogcriticsorg-holly-golightly-fifty.html' title='Blogcritics.org: Holly Golightly | Fifty Dollars for the Powder Room'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110296079111421493</id><published>2004-12-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:59:51.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>outsider ink</title><summary type='text'>this month, my work has been spotlighted in Outsider Ink and i've been asked to be the Poetry Editor for future issues and am quite happy about this. It's a good journal and worth reading. To read my work visit http://outsiderink.com/spotlight.php.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110296079111421493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110296079111421493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/12/outsider-ink.html' title='outsider ink'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110237938927227370</id><published>2004-12-06T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:29:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: beauty will be convulsive</title><summary type='text'>"beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all" wrote Andre Breton. I've been reading a lot of philosophy lately, going back to my roots of the ancient Greeks and I came across a lovely little book called "On Beauty and Being Just" by Elaine Scarry. I had been thinking in lofty terms lately - notions of true Beauty and Love, all with capital letters, and wondering if such things existed, and if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110237938927227370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110237938927227370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogcriticsorg-beauty-will-be.html' title='Blogcritics.org: beauty will be convulsive'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110235405769851306</id><published>2004-12-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T09:27:37.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: mystic river | endless shades of grey</title><summary type='text'>"It's that old expression about the wings of a butterfly changing the world. How one thing affects another thing and so it goes. I keep thinking of this when I see the film Mystic River, a film about three boys and their childhood growing up in a town that I once lived in, in exactly that part of town, and so I watch these characters and I see my old streets and the corner market and the local </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110235405769851306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110235405769851306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogcriticsorg-mystic-river-endless_06.html' title='Blogcritics.org: mystic river | endless shades of grey'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110173882716374356</id><published>2004-11-29T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T06:33:47.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: it's just a silly phase i'm going through | charisma, you</title><summary type='text'>Suppose you count yourself lucky because people love you - men and women alike seem to fall at your feet (metaphorically, we hope), and it's not because you're so damn gorgeous because the truth is there is always someone more beautiful - really, and also, there's no one size fits all beauty, so what may be beautiful to one is hideous to another and thank god, because we'd all be chasing the same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110173882716374356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110173882716374356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogcriticsorg-its-just-silly-phase-im_29.html' title='Blogcritics.org: it&apos;s just a silly phase i&apos;m going through | charisma, you'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110131035204645840</id><published>2004-11-24T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T07:32:32.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - lover's spit | why adultery?</title><summary type='text'>I had written a review of The End of the Affair, the film adaptation of Graham Greene's novel, for Blogcritics - a film, I felt captured an affair as realistically as any I've seen, for there is both romance and pain, and at the end, though this may not always be the case in life, Sarah, one of the lovers' and the adulteress, must pay the ultimate price for her perceived sin and for this, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110131035204645840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110131035204645840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux_24.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - lover&apos;s spit | why adultery?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110106035181938266</id><published>2004-11-21T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T10:05:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: is it really the end of the affair? - sadi ranson-polizzotti</title><summary type='text'>"Not long ago, I read a great article on Blogcritics that was about Julianne Moore, an actress I've long admired, and though her work lately has tended to the too commercial for my tastes (the bad comedy with Pierce Brosnan that I saw on the plane on the way home from France - not my thing). But I remember Moore in The End of the Affair, and I recall too that I had read the book by Graham Greene </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110106035181938266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110106035181938266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogcriticsorg-is-it-really-end-of.html' title='Blogcritics.org: is it really the end of the affair? - sadi ranson-polizzotti'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110098409674410088</id><published>2004-11-20T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:09:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new poetry, medusa in oil | published in Buzzwords.uk. </title><summary type='text'>Medusa in OilSlut, she imagines herselfIn riches. An Indochine seductressOiled yellow skin on which menWill slip. Spit, fingers greedily seekingA thing they cannot name. Teats hangFlat, as pastry bags, emptied of theirSweetness. Nursemaid to the wounded (link for more...)For more click here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110098409674410088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110098409674410088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-poetry-medusa-in-oil-published-in.html' title='new poetry, medusa in oil | published in Buzzwords.uk. '/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110098391099760527</id><published>2004-11-20T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:51:50.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of "Eels" by sadi ranson, review by Corinne McKay for the Boston Book Review</title><summary type='text'>Lovers of tearfully poignant stories of ill-fated romantic affairs will delight in Sadi Ranson's new work Eels. Ms. Ranson's book, consisting of a novella and selected poems, is the vehicle through which the heroine Esther recounts the story of her adulterous romance with Daniel...link to read more...Corinne McKay-Freelance Writing and Translation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110098391099760527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110098391099760527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/review-of-eels-by-sadi-ranson-review.html' title='Review of &quot;Eels&quot; by sadi ranson, review by Corinne McKay for the Boston Book Review'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110090733291131463</id><published>2004-11-19T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:35:32.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles</title><summary type='text'>It?s always disturbing to see someone harassed at work; to hear the snide gossip, the nasty comments, etc, and always it is awful to see a woman, or for that matter a man, sexually harassed by a co-worker or worse a superior. But today I speak of these things, but more, I write again of bullying, as I have in the past (see Meet the New American Bully).sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110090733291131463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110090733291131463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux_19.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110072267947310348</id><published>2004-11-17T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:19:06.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond indigo | how kelly baltzell can help you move beyond grief | the interview</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago, my plane was grounded by a snowstorm as I returned home from my grandfather's funeral in February. Layovers like this are never welcome and with the tears and the grief and my grandfather's rings in my hand, I was in no shape to be sitting still in an airport. By sheer chance, I was seated in the airport and I couldn't have been in a better situation. Soon, I found myself sitting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110072267947310348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110072267947310348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/beyond-indigo-how-kelly-baltzell-can.html' title='beyond indigo | how kelly baltzell can help you move beyond grief | the interview'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110064085542929477</id><published>2004-11-16T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:19:43.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogcritics.org: so you're a porn star? did you even know it? abuse, voyeurism and you</title><summary type='text'>Fellow Blogcritics may wish to know that their names are being used for sites that offer live sex cams and bondage singles for those on the prowl. I recently did a search of my name to see where my work had been picked up an syndicated – I’m sure many of us do this just to keep track. I want to personally tell Mac Diva, RJ, and Eric Olsen too that your names were used along with mine for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110064085542929477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110064085542929477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogcriticsorg-so-youre-porn-star-did.html' title='Blogcritics.org: so you&apos;re a porn star? did you even know it? abuse, voyeurism and you'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110063538867905911</id><published>2004-11-16T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T12:03:08.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ray of light | journeys through melanoma</title><summary type='text'>ray of light | a journey through melanoma Compressed, the ozone measures only 3mm, no thicker than the skin of a grapefruit. This protective shield, billions of years in the making, has been damaged in less than fifty, in large part, due to the breakdown of chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs) as they reach the upper atmosphere and upset the fragile balance of molecules. sadi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110063538867905911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110063538867905911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/ray-of-light-journeys-through-melanoma.html' title='ray of light | journeys through melanoma'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110063496301108389</id><published>2004-11-16T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T11:56:03.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - Idols of perversity by Bram Dijkstra</title><summary type='text'>The subtitle of this book says it all: "Fantasies of the Feminine in Fin-de-Siecle Culture." Sadly though, so much of what this book contains may have began as fantasy but ended with reality.  Though an older book, this is not one to soon forget or an excuse not to buy and read and read again and again. Here is a book that speaks of the cult of the pale and dying Ophelia, the original grunge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110063496301108389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110063496301108389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/sadi-ranson-polizzotti-tant-mieux.html' title='sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - Idols of perversity by Bram Dijkstra'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110061988182807978</id><published>2004-11-16T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T07:44:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rebel yell | sir richard branson's reality</title><summary type='text'>all of these reality show have me mostly bored, that is, until i saw The Rebel Billionaire, with one of my personal heroes, Sir Richard Branson, who as i recall, was ditched by his mother ina field when he was three or four and told to "find his way home." He had no help, no one to aid him in any way, and yet he found his way back to the country estate. Since then,Sir Richard Branson has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110061988182807978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110061988182807978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/rebel-yell-sir-richard-bransons.html' title='rebel yell | sir richard branson&apos;s reality'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110061954012411356</id><published>2004-11-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T12:05:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ray of light | melanoma </title><summary type='text'>"ray of light  a journey through melanomaCompressed, the ozone measures only 3mm, no thicker than the skin of a grapefruit. This protective shield, billions of years in the making, has been damaged in less than fifty, in large part, due to the breakdown of chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs) as they reach the upper atmosphere and upset the fragile balance of molecules. "ray of light  melanoma :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110061954012411356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110061954012411356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/ray-of-light-melanoma.html' title='ray of light | melanoma '/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110029148913233860</id><published>2004-11-12T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:31:29.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>underground window</title><summary type='text'>underground window. check out the new work at underground window - we're very excited to have been published here and this is brand new work. underground window biounderground window poemsimage from underground window, all rights reserved by the artist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110029148913233860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110029148913233860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/underground-window.html' title='underground window'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-110019967404132140</id><published>2004-11-11T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:01:14.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scams, the elderly, and you</title><summary type='text'>The ongoing argument is always in this society what do we do with our old people, or more respectfully, the elderly. If you ask me, I think we should build shrines to them the way they do in some countries, and when they pass on to some other life, or blackness or whatever it is we pass on to, that we keep an altar in our living room and get down on our knees and thank god for their existence and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110019967404132140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/110019967404132140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/scams-elderly-and-you.html' title='scams, the elderly, and you'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-109935379676900554</id><published>2004-11-07T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:03:16.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZudFunck has sampled us!</title><summary type='text'>We've had the honor and have been sampled by ZudFunck -- visit our pages, and see our mentions for two tant mieux  sotto voce sitesat the Bob Dylan  Willie Nelson Double Bill  Lookin' For a Soft Place to Falland here for tant mieux. Visit us on ZudFunck then hope around on the site. Lots of great sites are noted, the best of the best, and we're proud to be among them and return the favor. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109935379676900554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109935379676900554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/zudfunck-has-sampled-us.html' title='ZudFunck has sampled us!'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-109942953761269505</id><published>2004-11-02T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:05:37.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>election day blues</title><summary type='text'>As a non U.S. citizen without any legal right to vote, it’s been interesting these days to watch as the election unfolds all around me and I hear opposing sides, and yes, have opinions but not a damn thing I can do about how I feel.&gt;&gt;&gt;More.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109942953761269505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109942953761269505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2004/11/election-day-blues.html' title='election day blues'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/SjWqLWUCyiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n68nTy_8DjQ/S220/100_1513.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
