Today I shall mislead the trigger-happy Foucauldians. Something tells me they will nonetheless feel right at home.
Assuming my life does not go utterly sour in the next five hours or so, I will have had a mighty fine week. For novelty’s sake, I will not brace myself for imminent disaster. I will, however, turn off the ringer on [...]
Archive for August, 2008
The Use of Pleasure
Posted in amor fati!, vague allusions on August 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Back in the Straddle
Posted in amor fati!, fear the hydra! on August 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today, a confession: I am not what I profess to be. Oh no, dear Reader–I recline upon a throne of lies. Deep down inside, in my heart of hearts, where I keep all the artefacts of secret shame, I have hoarded up the ugliest of truths. I am probably a Romanticist.
Let this expiate!
This week I begin teaching Romantic [...]
A Dim Sum Addendum
Posted in amor fati!, jazz hands! on August 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In response to some posts and messages, a few bits and bobs regarding “Sex and the Single Professor.” Though they may not be delicious, the portions will be small and served in succession. Some will be steamed, others fried. If they stick to your ribs, it is only because you’ve eaten your monitor.
First, a bit of sidelong [...]
Sex and the Single Professor; or The One-Body Problem
Posted in academia, amor fati! on August 22, 2008 | 1 Comment »
First, a disclaimer: there will be no sex in this post. I will never let truth in disclosure stand in the way of a zazzy title.
Today’s post also requires more contextualization than usual, as it was prompted by readings of a recent post at The Salt-Box and an older post from The Chronicle of Higher [...]
Surly to Rise
Posted in fear the narwhal!, irresponsible diatribes on August 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
First, allow me to contextualize: I am not a small person. I stand around 6′4″ and usually weigh in at about 245 pounds. I do not blot out the sun, but were you to run me over with your Prius, few courts would believe you did not see me. Accordingly, while I am willing to [...]
Due Diligence
Posted in navel-gazery on August 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Yes, I realize full well that I’ve chosen a title that will somehow ensnare definition hunters despite the fact there are most assuredly millions of “due diligence” sites on the web. Here’s to hoping Wikipedia stems the flow.
Today, alas, I find myself caught in a double trudge: I am slogging through some projects for the [...]
Blind Spots
Posted in vagaries of verse on August 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
One of the (many) reasons I am not an avid politico is that political inclination, for the most part, seems to involve willful benightedness: folks pick their preferred Kool-Aid and drink it down, purposely ignoring all the other flavors that might be out there. As reinforcement of my earlier post on WordPress “news,” one item on [...]
Part of the Problem: A Prelude of Sorts
Posted in irresponsible diatribes on August 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
One of the many treats associated with WordPress is the login process, if only because the two entry pages oblige me to surf past two sets of items: “News Departments” and “Top Posts from around WordPress.” The former is a principal tributary of the latter, unsurprisingly, since folks coasting past the first page might just click one of those [...]
A Public Service: The Post-Lapsarian Condition
Posted in jazz hands! on August 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Because WordPress tracks the search terms that lead web browsers to its member pages, I’ve noticed that an unnervingly large population comes here expressly to learn more about this “post-lapsarian” thingamawhizzle. Since an old post somehow seems to top the charts, leading these seekers to one of my amazing episodes of navel-gazery, I thought I could [...]
The acts, the eyes of queens…
Posted in amor fati! on August 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Yes, I’ve deleted yesterday’s post. I never liked that guy all that much.
Today I’m feeling a little more clear-headed, a little less deflated. I recently closed out my paperwork on the 2007-08 academic year (give or take a photocopy), and yesterday I experienced that temporary sense of existential bankruptcy that tends to accompany the resetting [...]
