This weekend promises to be leisurely and liminal, as it represents (for me, at least) that last great breath before the dive down to semester’s end. In front of me I have the second half of Johnson’s Rasselas, Sterne’s A Sentimental Journey, and a few award-winning bits of short fiction. On the horizon I can [...]
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Breath/Breadth
Posted in fear the narwhal!, good gnus!, jazz hands! on April 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Untimely Meditations
Posted in amor fati!, fear the narwhal! on February 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’m sorry for the brief hiatus; I had a major hard drive meltdown, and I’m still in the process of getting my virtual legs back under me. As it turns out, posting from my office at CMU is not quite the same thing as posting at my “leisure” at home. Accordingly, though I technically blogged [...]
The Most Important Post in the History of Ever
Posted in fear the bald man!, fear the hydra!, fear the kraken!, fear the narwhal! on November 10, 2008 | 2 Comments »
At last, by not-especially-popular demand, the post the ladies have all been waiting for: The Bald Man Compatibility Quiz; or, Why I Remain Single, Part 114 of 114!!!
This is, as Serious Cat will confirm, a very serious quiz. There’s a scoring system involved and tiered results and everything. It’s just like Cosmopolitan, except not very cosmopolitan. That’s [...]
Information Aged
Posted in evil twins, fear the narwhal! on September 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday I was a diligent monkey and (again, despite my plan to simply plan) completed a set of revisions and prepared them for submission. I’ve got to slap a few stamps on the set and drive to the P.O., Eudora Welty style, but I’m feeling pretty good about my productivity. With a little luck I’ll [...]
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 [...]
Too Much of a Muchness
Posted in fear the narwhal!, fodder for Freudians, navel-gazery, vagaries of verse on July 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
First, some help for my obsessive friends: as far as I can tell, Showtime’s I Can’t Believe I’m Still Single partakes of typical reality teevee devices. Some viewers have noted that the central figure (an actor/writer/director named Eric Schaeffer) has re-enacted scenes from a book on relationships he wrote back in the day, which punctures the illusions [...]
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 [...]
