Today is a happy day, and evil condiment cat makes me happy. Even the fact that WordPress seems disinclined to center the image will not get me down. No, you cannot harsh my happy WordPress.
Am I whacked out on endorphins? I may be whacked out on endorphins. I got my heart rate up into the [...]
Archive for June, 2008
Gin and Jouissance
Posted in amor fati! on June 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Little Misgivings
Posted in fodder for Freudians, navel-gazery on June 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
On Thursday night I had the misfortune of catching Showtime’s I Can’t Believe I’m Still Single. It held promise for about sixteen seconds. First, they offer a shot of the singleton’s father, who suggests that the off-camera singleton really doesn’t want to know what dear ol’ dad thinks re: the subject implied by the show’s title. The next [...]
The Story of D’oh
Posted in fear the narwhal!, vagaries of verse on June 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Am I making quasi-naughty allusions to Pauline Réage/Anne Desclos for the sake of my French-Canadian readers? Yes, yes I am. In my line of work we call that off-brand pandering.
While you recover, let me tell you how momentous the past six minutes have been.
First I realized that the projected title of the verse collection I [...]
On the Verge of a Usual Mistake
Posted in amor fati! on June 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Am I on a Whitman kick? Yes, I am on a Whitman kick. (A note to Tim Poland: I did not get it then, but I get it now. All things arrive in due time.)
As you probably noticed, my more fretful posts of late have centered on the reception of my work. I’ve been tentatively [...]
A God for Guest
Posted in Munchausen alert!, vagaries of verse on June 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today I wrestled with prospective title lines for a good five minutes. Shall I entice the wayward surfer with a quote from The Big Lebowski? Shall I purposely misspell and weave a web to bedevil those prone to typos? Or should I sift my Rilke and Nietzsche, looking for something jubilant and life-affirming in their explosive prose? [...]
Cold Fusion
Posted in fear the hydra!, jazz hands!, vagaries of verse on June 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
First, to throw the celebrity hunters off the scent: Ed Begley, Jr. Let that be a lesson to you.
Today promises to be an odd one, as (one last round of grading aside) I have finished the last of my heavy lifting for the summer session, all wild variables in my life have been domesticated, and [...]
Catch the Heart Off Guard and Blow It Open
Posted in amor fati!, navel-gazery on June 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am, by all accounts, a terrible person. My most recent insidious activity has involved irresponsibly larding my posts with tantalizing keywords, none of which will lead the searcher to the thing he seeks. I entangled a surfer questing for Keats yesterday, and over the weekend another looking for pictures of Diane Lane (I will not explain what [...]
Think Warm Days Will Never Cease
Posted in navel-gazery, vagaries of verse on June 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s post could go many ways. Let us consider the options.
At first I planned to gloat about my radiant awesome, since I currently am among the select few humans with a copy of Emma Bolden’s The Mariner’s Wife. Empirically speaking, that makes me just slightly cooler than you are. Nothing personal. You can of course [...]
Good Gnus; or, Poor Behavior Rewarded
Posted in amor fati!, good gnus! on June 5, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Were this a just world, this post would be accompanied by a jpg of Gary Gnu of The Great Space Coaster fame. However, when one searches for images of said gnewsman, one finds instead images of…
Lieutenant Worf
a Super Bee-Havior Award Certificate
Apolo Ohno
Big Bird rollin’ in a hoopty
H.R. Pufnstuf
Gary Coleman
Women in their knickers
lolcats
Predictably, I forgot what [...]
Vagaries of Ventilation
Posted in frothing, vagaries of verse on June 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’d like to say I’m blogging for extra-special reasons, but I’m not. I’m blogging because the goblin on my desktop told me to.
As of about six minutes ago, however, I did in fact realize something a lot like news: I now know the title of the collection I hope to finalize in the coming year. [...]
