I’ve attempted to be a diligent critter for the past several days, reading ahead and scripting lesson plans for next week so I’d have time enough this weekend to grade exams and essays. Along the way, however, tension mounted: there were many volatile topics I wanted to blog about, but I couldn’t find time to [...]
Archive for May, 2008
The Pressure of Ideas
Posted in fear the hydra!, irresponsible diatribes on May 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He’s Calling from Inside the House!!!
Posted in vagaries of verse, vague allusions on May 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I think WordPress is doing this on purpose, that Brent Barry was fouled, and that the chupacabra was genetically engineered by the Puerto Rican military. Conspiracies all around!
I had a goodly chunk of time set aside to blog this morning, but between Charter cable (which is not without a sense of whimsy) and WordPress (which is mocking me [...]
26 Minutes and Counting
Posted in Uncategorized on May 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Well, I’ve got 26 minutes. Let’s see what I can accomplish.
WordPress is being a little tetchy this morning, elsewise I might have subjected you to a political harangue that the world is clearly better off without. Suffice it to say that I wish I was teaching Intermediate Composition right now–you can’t tickle the keyboard these days without [...]
The Lightning Round
Posted in Uncategorized on May 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today will feature episode two in my ongoing attempt not to fret overmuch about what I post in the blog. I realized latterly that the blocks of time I had allotted for blogging were being overshot with some degree of frequency, and for the sake of sanity and productivity I’m attempting to be a bit more [...]
Sitting in Judgment
Posted in lapses of lame on May 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I finished off my kwazy prose poem qua short story, so let’s see if I can’t be a little more plainspoken and succinct today. I’m blogging on borrowed time, so my apologies in advance for typos, incoherence, and oblique critiques of Sarah Jessica Parker.
As a terrible starting point, a confession: I watched an episode of [...]
Turning Trickster
Posted in fear the kraken!, fodder for Freudians, jazz hands! on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today is a double-dutch bloggery day; some days it’s not worth fighting the impulse. While I would like to profess inspiration, some effluence of esemplastic élan that drove me to the keyboard, I’m actually just clearing the docket for tomorrow, which I hope to commit wholly to finishing a story. If I can muster a little diligence [...]
The Future, Tense
Posted in amor fati!, navel-gazery on May 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The next few days will be devoted to the greasing of elbows, the grinding of noses, and the proving of pudding. I might need to pick up some Formula 409 and paper towels on the way into work.
Though I’m trying hard to shrug off the yoke of Promethean preoccupation, keeping my mind in the near term [...]
The Opposite of Zen
Posted in amor fati! on May 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s post is brought to you by Claritin, Clif Bars, and the number 18.
I took a little therapeutic road trip this weekend, heading down to Kalamazoo to see some good friends and meet some of the fine folks at the International Congress on Medieval Studies (it’s a lot like Congress, except they get stuff done). [...]
The Obsessive Correlative
Posted in fodder for Freudians on May 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I thought I’d try to double dip on the postage for the week, as I’ll be out of town tomorrow and much of Saturday. Wiggedy fact of the day: I am less than a mile away from the town center of Mount Pleasant, yet if I request directions to Western Michigan University from my home address, Google Maps [...]
Cleansing the Palette
Posted in Uncategorized on May 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s fascinating language note: “cleansing the palette,” which I use here as a jaunty jeu de mots, actually occurs with much more frequency than “cleansing the palate,” even among wine-tasting guides. While I’d like to believe there are folks out there sippin’ Glidden, I think that many have fallen victim to a cruel homophonous joke. I will [...]
