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 [...]
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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 [...]
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 [...]
Thirteen Syllables
Posted in amor fati! on July 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
When I’m being a delinquent, I tend to read and watch far too much news. This is how I know that I’m a geezer. Well, that and the Geritol.
Politics involved all the usual bizarro-world treats: some news channels suggesting that Barack Obama’s popularity on the global stage was a cause for profound concern; the McCain campaign trotting out [...]
Perspective Pieces
Posted in amor fati! on July 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Were I an accountant, I would be enthused about today. The events prior to 2:00 PM EST break down thusly:
I read an essay from a PUMA who urged the like-minded to vote McCain as a way of protesting the DNC’s recent decisions; I then read an essay from a PUMA who urged the like-minded not to [...]
Through Houses or Graves; or, When Antipodes Attack
Posted in amor fati!, evil twins, vagaries of verse on July 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Let me begin by confessing that I am inexplicably exhausted, inexplicably because a) the most strenuous thing I’ve attempted today is brunch, and b) I have 3-6 shots of espresso circulating in my system (I have sown discord among the baristas). I would not attempt to operate heavy machinery right now, nor would I strike bargains [...]
The Salvage of the Second Self
Posted in amor fati!, evil twins, jazz hands!, vagaries of verse on July 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
You know the day is going well when you’ve got three shots of espresso in your system and you’re still flatlining circa 11:15 AM. Faulty wiring may be involved.
All things considered, it’s been a decent week. I’ve got a rough script for the upcoming academic year in place; I’ve devised a spine-tingling new way to [...]
Gin and Jouissance
Posted in amor fati! on June 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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 [...]
