a small string (possibly meta)

Someone, I don't know who now, mentioned that Fred Pohl had a blog. I immediate jumped to it and then immediately requested The Last Theorem, which is collaboration with Sir Arthur Clarke. Last night he posted about traveling in the South Seas and a near miss with the Heinleins and I adore any stories about the Heinleins. He mentioned his memoir The Way the Future Was, so I bought it from Amazon because I couldn't ILL it. If I could only remember who first mentioned it I would have a loop instead of a string...

...I do this all the time. There are string fragments floating around in my brain and sometimes I can weave them and sometimes I can't. I ran across this book:

Words in air : the complete correspondence between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell at one of the local bookstores and promptly emailed Barnstead...he had the book already because another friend of ours had sent it to him. He is a fan of Bishop's, and the reason I bought her book One Art.

I know that making connections like is isn't really remarkable in any way, shape or form...but the process in my brain fascinates me.

(Now I am reading Camille Paglia because of something vague that happened last semester....but don't ask me what.)