Michael Beller's brand new page!

(There's no more auto refresh. you can click the refresh button yourself.
While the camera is on, the image should change every 30 seconds or so.)

Geoff, who runs the Northern California Metal Underground sent in this genius, wonderful image:

Check it out! Blue hair and a polka dotted tie! An improved me thanks to Naomi

Fagin came to visit me while I was off helping people at the reference desk. Fagin is a good girl.

Thank you Naomi!

I had to sit in a quiet corner to compose myself.

My sister is very nice:

Missy's menagerie of michaels

My sister thinks that I'm a hero! Check it out!

Wayne sucks. See below:

Finally, someone knows me:

Finally, there's a Michaelfish. Finally.

My sister has been geniously busy 5/11/06

MORE GOOD NEWS!! Moira Roth sent me some poems about ME!! (We were emailing each other in rapid fashion)!
I'm going to put them below:

Poem 1:

Michael twirled around
darting here and there
dapper, as always
alert, as always
curious, as always

he was, indeed, quite a guy,
she thought to herself

as she too,
darted around, here and there,

into her email and out,

making herself always return to work
on her hopefully glamorous offbeat presentation about Linda Nochlin
for next month in a large ballroom in the NY Hilton....

Poem 2:

and here she was,
back again, peeking into her email

(while grandly musing on the Aby Warburg, that strange eccentric figure
in art history, together wuth speculating about the nature of history and
time--for her talk on Linda Nochlin in New York was entitled "Aby
Warburg, Writing and Time")

and so was he

dapper and brilliant as always
caustic too, but secretly sweet

yes, definitely secretly sweet despite his mocking exterior

Poem 3:

http://people.mills.edu/mbeller/

he looked quite saintly here
an image from january 19

reflective

slightly broody

someone who needed a holiday in europe

on a slow boat...

the finest of food and drink

and a month in paris

perhaps in an artist's attic

and certainly with regular visits to a charming cafe

Poem 4:

he strode up to the Eiffel Tower

how's tricks, he demanded

the Tower shrugged

silence

well, if you have nothing to say,
Michael snarled,
I'll be off to the Louvre

and off he went, slightly pouting
as he hailed a cab

"take me to the Louvre," he requested
and the cab driver did....

there he was greeted effusively by the Mona Lisa

and everyone around wondered
exactly who this man was
who was on such terms with HER