<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281</id><updated>2009-12-03T04:56:06.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>underground reads</title><subtitle type='html'>what new yorkers are reading on the subway</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7317279463440137393</id><published>2008-05-07T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:29.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest'/><title type='text'>Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCUcptkExjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Z6n6Net48jc/s1600-h/Ascension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCUcptkExjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Z6n6Net48jc/s200/Ascension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198592847800223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 TRAIN IN BROOKLYN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Garth Wolkoff, Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Eric Nisenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed it from my coworker Eric after I read &lt;em&gt;Coltrane: The Story of a Sound. &lt;/em&gt;I have become a little bit obsessed. I am just beginning the book, which is a biography. Like &lt;em&gt;The Story of a Sound, &lt;/em&gt;this book is supposed to be less a conventional biography and more a focus on his music, why he made it, and Coltrane's cultural context. I'm not sure, however, if I can read two books on Coltrane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7317279463440137393?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7317279463440137393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7317279463440137393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7317279463440137393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7317279463440137393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-read.html' title='Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2068697722365996781</id><published>2008-05-09T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:29.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THe Post Office Girl'/><title type='text'>The Post Office Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCTpu9kExiI/AAAAAAAAADA/b1ciPdBPmJ4/s1600-h/The+Post+Office+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCTpu9kExiI/AAAAAAAAADA/b1ciPdBPmJ4/s200/The+Post+Office+Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198536862901519906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;F TRAIN, FROM MANHATTAN TO BROOKLYN&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Jirsa, Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Post Office Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Stefan Zweig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a book for vacation. And I went to the book &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;store &lt;/span&gt;and I felt really overwhelmed. I read the back, so I just picked it up and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2068697722365996781?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2068697722365996781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2068697722365996781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2068697722365996781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2068697722365996781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-read.html' title='The Post Office Girl'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1884167551827987402</id><published>2008-05-10T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera Lucida'/><title type='text'>Camera Lucida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCY-otkExkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jAl1vnxrl1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCY-otkExkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jAl1vnxrl1Y/s200/IMG_0433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198911688992409154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A TRAIN FROM BROOKLYN TO MANHATTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Matt Black, Film Editor/Filmmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lucida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Roland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barthes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matt was in the middle of another book. He realized that the Barthes' book was due at the 145&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Amsterdam branch of the library on March 17, so he put the other one down. Reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lucida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, he says, is purely recreational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1884167551827987402?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1884167551827987402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1884167551827987402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1884167551827987402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1884167551827987402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-read.html' title='Camera Lucida'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6783597415914388855</id><published>2008-05-10T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4rth Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZCi9kExlI/AAAAAAAAADY/RfHov7Tztjo/s1600-h/IMG_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZCi9kExlI/AAAAAAAAADY/RfHov7Tztjo/s200/IMG_0435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198915988254672466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A TRAIN FROM BROOKLYN TO MANHATTAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wahkesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, who works at a bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen Bee: Based on a True Story&lt;/span&gt; by Keith Young and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; Wise Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wahkesa&lt;/span&gt; bought the novel, as well as&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pimp: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sequel&lt;/span&gt; to Queen Bee&lt;/span&gt;, from Keith Young while waiting for the A Train at the Broadway Junction stop in Brooklyn. She says she bought to books because she wanted to support the writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6783597415914388855?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6783597415914388855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6783597415914388855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6783597415914388855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6783597415914388855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/4rth-read.html' title='4rth Read'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6946531962761686849</id><published>2008-05-10T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Mon Kunta Habibi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZHNNkExmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IlHaxjVP4dw/s1600-h/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZHNNkExmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IlHaxjVP4dw/s200/IMG_0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198921112150656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DOWNTOWN 6 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yusuf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Mon Kunta Habibi&lt;/span&gt; By Anis Monsur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is a love story, set in Egypt, written in Arabic. Yusuf is in love with an Egyptian girl and wanted to read about love in Egypt. (Please excuse me if the transliteration of the title is wrong. You can email me at this blog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6946531962761686849?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6946531962761686849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6946531962761686849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6946531962761686849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6946531962761686849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-post.html' title='Ya Mon Kunta Habibi'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2546115273632042722</id><published>2008-05-11T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird By Bird'/><title type='text'>Bird By Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCaPqI29OhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTy25t_Bn7Y/s1600-h/Underground+Reads+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCaPqI29OhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTy25t_Bn7Y/s200/Underground+Reads+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199000773941082642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DOWNTOWN 6 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kathleen, Grant Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bird By Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; By Anne Lamont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The non-fiction book, about writing, had been in Kathleen's bookcase for some time. She's been writing more at work lately and she thought the book might help. She wishes, however, that she had read the book years before, leaving the impression that she's not enjoying it as much as she would have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2546115273632042722?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2546115273632042722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2546115273632042722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2546115273632042722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2546115273632042722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/6th-read.html' title='Bird By Bird'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7779504388659249142</id><published>2008-05-12T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French and English Idioms'/><title type='text'>2001 French and English Idioms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMu429OmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ntbz3gqYEGw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMu429OmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ntbz3gqYEGw/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200053088173242978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MANHATTAN BOUND 5 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Utma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, who works at the Department of Sanitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2001 French and English Idioms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; By Francois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Denoeu&lt;/span&gt;, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sices&lt;/span&gt;, and Jacqueline Slices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Utma&lt;/span&gt; was reading this book to improve his English. He didn't seem to understand that he was being asked about his book for the purposes of a blog. He was very suspicious. He would not let me take a picture of the book. I told him I did not want to take a picture of him, only the book. That did not matter. Later, when I was waiting to exit the train at Franklin Avenue, I overheard the man sitting across from him explain what I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7779504388659249142?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7779504388659249142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7779504388659249142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7779504388659249142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7779504388659249142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/7th-read.html' title='2001 French and English Idioms'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4606156107985247892</id><published>2008-05-12T19:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:25.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Words to Life: Robust Vocabulary Instruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCjPLo29OkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/21ywLK8wLXo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCjPLo29OkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/21ywLK8wLXo/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199633568652671554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANHATTAN BOUND 2 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sue, an English woman here on contract to perform "Quality Reviews" on New York public schools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bringing Words to Life: Robust Vocabulary Instruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Isabel L. Beck, Margaret G. McKeon, and Linda Kucan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school on which Sue had conducted a "Quality Review"--part of the process where the NYC Department of Education evaluates and grades public schools A-F--recommended that she read the book and bring it back to England with her. She thinks the book has a good concept, to extend the vocabulary range of students. She did not elaborate and seemed ready to return to her book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4606156107985247892?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4606156107985247892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4606156107985247892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4606156107985247892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4606156107985247892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/8th-read.html' title='Bringing Words to Life: Robust Vocabulary Instruction'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3296308672587247803</id><published>2008-05-13T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:25.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea of Trolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMfI29OlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XypjXy4uuuw/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMfI29OlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XypjXy4uuuw/s200/IMG_0472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052817590303314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MANHATTAN BOUND 2 TRAIN, BETWEEN FRANKLIN AND GRAND ARMY PLAZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jane, a children's librarian who works in Crown Heights, Brooklyn&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Sea of Trolls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Nancy Forman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's a Young Adult Book. I've almost missed four subway stops reading it. It's a fantasy about a boy captured by A Viking and apprenticed to a magical bard." Jane is reading the book, she says, because it is this month's selection in her book group, which meets at the Brooklyn Public Library's main branch at the Grand Army Plaza. She wouldn't normally read the book otherwise, she says. But she finds it is a very good book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3296308672587247803?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3296308672587247803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3296308672587247803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3296308672587247803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3296308672587247803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/9th-read.html' title='The Sea of Trolls'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2817225919519153081</id><published>2008-05-14T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:25.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Dare'/><title type='text'>Double Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCuEo429OqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ip3iUJLxh9I/s1600-h/New+Image.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCuEo429OqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ip3iUJLxh9I/s200/New+Image.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200396032721894050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Manhattan Bound 5 train, between Franklin and Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nasrine was coming from Brooklyn College, where she is a sophomore and plans on majoring in political science and eventually becoming a lawyer. She was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Double Dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; by Cathy Hopkins. "It's a teenage type of romance book. It's very kid-ish. It's entertaining. It's about a teenage boy and his love life...I liked the cover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2817225919519153081?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2817225919519153081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2817225919519153081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2817225919519153081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2817225919519153081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/10th-read.html' title='Double Dare'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6730324976157563091</id><published>2008-05-16T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musician&apos;s Quest'/><title type='text'>Musician's Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5GBI29OrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VXStp8WizrE/s1600-h/The+Musician%27s+quest.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5GBI29OrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VXStp8WizrE/s200/The+Musician%27s+quest.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201171605031303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;UPTOWN 4 TRAIN BETWEEN FULTON ST/BROADWAY AND BROOKLYN BRIDGE-CITY HALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Musician's Quest &lt;/span&gt;by George MacDonald and Michael R. Phillips because her friend told her that MacDonald had influenced C.S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien. She bought the book at www.half.com, which she says sells books at very low prices. Half.com is a part of eBay, and seems to sell books, CDs, DVDs , and video games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6730324976157563091?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6730324976157563091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6730324976157563091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6730324976157563091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6730324976157563091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/11th-blog.html' title='Musician&apos;s Quest'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2743538688169282443</id><published>2008-05-16T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame of the Nation'/><title type='text'>Shame of the Nation: The Restoration of Apartheid Schooling in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5Jyo29OsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tCggxHGtgQo/s1600-h/kozol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5Jyo29OsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tCggxHGtgQo/s200/kozol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201175753969711810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPTOWN 6 TRAIN BETWEEN BROOKLYN BRIDGE/CITY HALL AND CANAL STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before rush hour, Corey sat reading Jonathan Kozol's new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame of the Nation: The Restoration of Apartheid School in America, &lt;/span&gt;a book he called really good--"even better than his last book."  Corey is studying elementary education at Brooklyn College and was reading the book for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2743538688169282443?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2743538688169282443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2743538688169282443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2743538688169282443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2743538688169282443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/12th-read.html' title='Shame of the Nation: The Restoration of Apartheid Schooling in America'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1184244249336350854</id><published>2008-05-20T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8789'/><title type='text'>8789 Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKsx429OxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sVQzJJgddr0/s1600-h/words+of+wisdom.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKsx429OxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sVQzJJgddr0/s200/words+of+wisdom.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202410492642802450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan Bound 2 Train between Winthrop and President Street in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8789 Words of Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Barbara Ann Kipfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jalika says that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8789 Words of Wisdom&lt;/span&gt; is about advice, about anything in live. She graduated high school last year and says that her mentor in high school gave her this book on graduation day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1184244249336350854?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1184244249336350854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1184244249336350854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1184244249336350854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1184244249336350854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/13th-read.html' title='8789 Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKsx429OxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sVQzJJgddr0/s72-c/words+of+wisdom.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5209546359303354384</id><published>2008-05-20T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholic Church'/><title type='text'>How to Understand, Explain, and Defend the Catholic Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKuqo29OyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sYrd_Adfy74/s1600-h/Reasons+to+Believe.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKuqo29OyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sYrd_Adfy74/s200/Reasons+to+Believe.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202412567112006434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manhattan bound 2 train between Franklin Street and Grand Army Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like many people who talk about the books they're reading on the train, Louise reacted to the question "Can I ask you about the book you're reading" with a wary smile. She was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reasons to Believe&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Understand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explain, and Defend the Catholic Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Scott Hahn. "I'm of the Catholic religion," she told me. She didn't need reasons to believe but she was reading the book to learn something. She did find it a good and interesting book. "It's not necessarily for people of the Catholic faith." She got it from the library, she said, when she wanted "Something to give me hope for the world. I was looking at all the books and this is what I came up with, and I am a Catholic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5209546359303354384?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5209546359303354384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5209546359303354384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5209546359303354384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5209546359303354384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/14th-read.html' title='How to Understand, Explain, and Defend the Catholic Church'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKuqo29OyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sYrd_Adfy74/s72-c/Reasons+to+Believe.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4650255075318079572</id><published>2008-05-23T06:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unorthodox Goddess'/><title type='text'>The Undomestic Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDalFKuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-KeEocknNcQ/s1600-h/undomestic+goddess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDalFKuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-KeEocknNcQ/s200/undomestic+goddess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203527927671522370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan bound 2 Train, Winthrop to Grand Army Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie felt caught with "trash." As soon as I asked her if we could discuss her book, she started laughing. She was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Undomestic Goddess&lt;/span&gt;, by Sophie Kinsella. "It's an escape," she called her experience of reading the book, which was recommended by a friend. "It's about a woman who quits her job as a lawyer a job as a house keeper, even though she can't cook and clean."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4650255075318079572?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4650255075318079572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4650255075318079572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4650255075318079572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4650255075318079572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/15th-read.html' title='The Undomestic Goddess'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDalFKuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-KeEocknNcQ/s72-c/undomestic+goddess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-564760694225965989</id><published>2008-05-25T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedient Father'/><title type='text'>An Obedient Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl2K6uvhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLD1gCCOwO0/s1600-h/obedient+father.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl2K6uvhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLD1gCCOwO0/s200/obedient+father.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204320774339396690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for the Manhattan Bound A Train at the Nostrand Station, upper level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil is an English professor in Manhattan and looked very suspicious of the question about his book. He did not offer much. The book was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Obedient Father, &lt;/span&gt;by Indian author Akhil Sharma, who I learned from both Wikipedia and Amazon is an investment banker as well as a novelist.  Sharma is a friend of Nikhil, he said, in answer to why he was reading the novel. He called it a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-564760694225965989?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/564760694225965989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=564760694225965989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/564760694225965989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/564760694225965989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/16th-read.html' title='An Obedient Father'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl2K6uvhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLD1gCCOwO0/s72-c/obedient+father.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-406760446655371372</id><published>2008-05-25T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Brigades'/><title type='text'>The Ghost Brigades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl5fquvhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/anbRHnkS1Rs/s1600-h/subway+doors.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204324429356565602" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl5fquvhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/anbRHnkS1Rs/s200/subway+doors.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Uptown F Train at Broadway-Lafayette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Walking up to people on the subway and asking them a question throws the interviewer into a void of possibility. There is the fear that the person sitting or standing there will respond by clobbering the questioner. Or simply refuse to answer the question. The space in between riders feels sometimes like a holy separation--it's New Yorker's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;, as we used to say in California, and crossing the unspoken barriers into that space feels risky. My biggest fear, however? That the person will turn out to be reading an interesting book and have a lot to say about it. Which is exactly what happened with Hatim, who was reading the mass market paperback &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost Brigades&lt;/span&gt;, by John Scalzi. Hatim is working towards his doctorate in Media and Communications. He was reading the novel because he studies "popular narratives about technology and politics." How did this novel fit into this kind of investigation? We'll never know because he had to get off the train at 14th Street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-406760446655371372?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/406760446655371372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=406760446655371372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/406760446655371372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/406760446655371372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/17th-read.html' title='The Ghost Brigades'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl5fquvhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/anbRHnkS1Rs/s72-c/subway+doors.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-8695234490252179347</id><published>2008-05-25T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archery'/><title type='text'>Zen in the Art of Archery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl8JquvhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC_kO7l337Y/s1600-h/Underground+Reads+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204327349934326898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl8JquvhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC_kO7l337Y/s200/Underground+Reads+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Uptown 4 Train at 59th Street Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is a writer at an ad agency and his Creative Director gave him a copy of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Zen in the Art of Archery&lt;/span&gt; by Eugen Herrigel. He told Dave that it would be a good book to learn how to reach a goal. I told him about a book I read in college, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. &lt;/span&gt;He had never heard of it.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Zen in the Art of Archery&lt;/span&gt; "is confusing," he said. "I'm a Christian and this is not stuff I am used to reading." I was about to ask him to explain, but we had reached his stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-8695234490252179347?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8695234490252179347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=8695234490252179347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8695234490252179347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8695234490252179347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/18th-read.html' title='Zen in the Art of Archery'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl8JquvhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC_kO7l337Y/s72-c/Underground+Reads+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3664808807073666951</id><published>2008-05-28T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Fry'/><title type='text'>Killing Johnny Fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4U4auvhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxlTUgEaYFo/s1600-h/IMG_0615[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205621178767475842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4U4auvhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxlTUgEaYFo/s200/IMG_0615%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Manhattan Bound 5 Train, Last Car, Winthrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Marc began reading Walter Mosley with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Devil In a Blue Dress&lt;/span&gt;, the noir-ish pot boiler featuring the likable Easy Rawlins. He read the last Rawlins mystery, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Blond Faith&lt;/span&gt;, the 10th, which he says--teasingly--might be the end of Rawlins. Marc, who is an elementary school paraprofessional for PS 315 near Brooklyn College, says he thinks &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Killing Johnny Fry &lt;/span&gt;is about a guy whose girlfriend cheated on him. But he just began reading the book. He doesn't know yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3664808807073666951?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3664808807073666951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3664808807073666951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3664808807073666951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3664808807073666951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/killing-johnny-fry.html' title='Killing Johnny Fry'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4U4auvhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxlTUgEaYFo/s72-c/IMG_0615%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4257734209012830330</id><published>2008-05-28T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Lecture'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4Z-6uvhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFjzXWwtPEk/s1600-h/iPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626787994764434" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4Z-6uvhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFjzXWwtPEk/s200/iPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the Outbound R Train towards Bay Ridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Lecture, &lt;/span&gt;says Romina, is a true story about a dying professor giving his last lecture. "My friend gave it to me. I think Oprah recommended it." A friend gave it to her for her graduation from NYU, where she recently got a masters in Speech Pathology. "It's like he's giving his last advice. It's inspirational"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4257734209012830330?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4257734209012830330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4257734209012830330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4257734209012830330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4257734209012830330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-lecture.html' title='The Last Lecture'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4Z-6uvhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFjzXWwtPEk/s72-c/iPod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5330233811964365521</id><published>2008-05-28T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><title type='text'>Big Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4dhauvhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTn7EVHzuc4/s1600-h/big+brain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205630679235134626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4dhauvhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTn7EVHzuc4/s200/big+brain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;On the Outbound R Train towards Bay Ridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Big Brain: The Origins and Future of Human Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;, by Gary Lynch and Richard Granger, looks like a big read, a thick popular science book, a science book for the rest of us. "It caught my eye." She was browsing at St. Marks Bookshop in the East Village. "I like non-fiction," said Stephanie, who when questioned about the book showed no hesitation about jumping right in explain what the book is about. We learn about a group of South Africans who had much bigger brains than we do now. Lynch and Granger, said Stephanie, who is waiting to study at the Aveda Institute, investigate the Boskops, who 10,000 years ago were human-like with bigger brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5330233811964365521?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5330233811964365521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5330233811964365521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5330233811964365521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5330233811964365521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-brain.html' title='Big Brain'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4dhauvhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTn7EVHzuc4/s72-c/big+brain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6998420293445120911</id><published>2008-05-28T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auster'/><title type='text'>The New York Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4idquvhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W3gDPGtAsh4/s1600-h/ny+trilogy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205636112368764082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4idquvhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W3gDPGtAsh4/s200/ny+trilogy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Manhattan Bound 5 Train, Nevins St. stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was reading a book packed like a modern &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; classic: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The New York Trilogy&lt;/span&gt; (detective novels for intellectuals), written by Paul Auster, illustrated by Art Spiegelman, with an introduction by Luc Sante. He saw it in a book store and told his girlfriend about it. She happens to work for Penguin, who publishes this "Classic Deluxe Edition." I confessed to Josh that while I loved all three books when I read them 20 years ago, I had a harder time remembering the plot than I did the joyful perplexity of following his characters through the novels. "I don't know how to describe it (the first of the trilogy, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;City of Glass&lt;/span&gt;). "It's one man losing himself in someone else. He's someone else trying to be someone else. Josh is in his first year studying physical therapy at NYU. Part of his training is to work with severely injured patients at SUNY Downstate hospital in Brooklyn. He just finished &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Candide&lt;/span&gt;, also a "Classic Deluxe Edition," which was illustrated with stick figures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6998420293445120911?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6998420293445120911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6998420293445120911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6998420293445120911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6998420293445120911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-york-trilogy.html' title='The New York Trilogy'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4idquvhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W3gDPGtAsh4/s72-c/ny+trilogy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7923206141982070690</id><published>2008-06-01T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opening'/><title type='text'>Mastering the Opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEK_uquvhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAcfqzb9VBs/s1600-h/iPod+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206934927658943682" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEK_uquvhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAcfqzb9VBs/s200/iPod+343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Queens Bound F Train in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been remiss in not posting an entry about Naf, who was reading a chess book on the train last weekend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mastering the Opening&lt;/span&gt;, by Byron Jacobs. Naf "works downtown...in investment banking" and says his book is "something to read in the subway." Then he laughs. He asks me if I play chess, and when I mumble yes--because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; play chess even if I don't play chess--he asks me about my favorite opening; his book, as the title indicates, is about openings in chess, the first move a player makes. For those who know chess, this is a key move. For others, like myself, it's the only move that isn't usually followed by checkmate. Naf doesn't refer to himself as some kind of master chess player, but has played and admired the players in Washington Square Park in the Village. "Sometimes in the Park, they play for money. Most of the time, they win, or they would not play for money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7923206141982070690?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7923206141982070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7923206141982070690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7923206141982070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7923206141982070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/mastering-opening.html' title='Mastering the Opening'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEK_uquvhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAcfqzb9VBs/s72-c/iPod+343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6417399501668040159</id><published>2008-06-01T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:21.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SELFrKuvhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9H3cQe-aUh4/s1600-h/biggersubway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SELFrKuvhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9H3cQe-aUh4/s200/biggersubway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206941464599168226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Uptown 6 Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had my first -- I don't even know what to call it--rejection? I approached a young woman in a car with only two other people on it, two middle-aged men arguing about the economy. She was a dark-haired white woman reading a hard-cover book; I could not see the title. She is the 23rd train passenger I have approached. I asked her, as I do, if I could ask her about her book because I write a blog about the books people read on the subway, and she said "No. Thank You." Because I have not been denied an interview before, I didn't hear her very well, and I kept going with my next question, "So what book are you reading." She said, "I said, 'No thank you.'" I apologized and walked away, feeling flustered and nervous. I did a quick checklist: Was my breath bad? Was it the fact I did not shave that morning? Had she reached a really good part of her book? Did her mother tell her not to talk to strange men on the train? There will be no answer. The odds are very good, as subway travel dictates, that I will not see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6417399501668040159?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6417399501668040159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6417399501668040159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6417399501668040159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6417399501668040159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-thank-you.html' title='No Thank You'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SELFrKuvhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9H3cQe-aUh4/s72-c/biggersubway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1733267752556889422</id><published>2008-06-01T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:21.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dying'/><title type='text'>Born Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM3b6uvhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PJ0erpa1jvs/s1600-h/born+dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066546931729650" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM3b6uvhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PJ0erpa1jvs/s200/born+dying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Manhattan Bound A Train between Nostrand and Hoyt-Schermerhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna said that she just started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born Dying&lt;/span&gt;, by Harold L. Turley II. "It's basically kids trying to make a living any way they can on the street." The story is set in Harlem. I mentioned to Donna, a bus driver, that a lot of my high school students read books about violence in the streets. I wondered what she thought. "I'm not out in the streets so [by reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born Dying &lt;/span&gt;and books like it] you get to know about the streets." She thinks the book probably exaggerates street violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1733267752556889422?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1733267752556889422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1733267752556889422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1733267752556889422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1733267752556889422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/born-dying.html' title='Born Dying'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11434714844514813503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM3b6uvhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PJ0erpa1jvs/s72-c/born+dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>