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 [...]
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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 »
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 [...]
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 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 [...]
Delight in Disorder
Posted in fodder for Freudians, lapses of lame on April 29, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Ah, the magic that is finals week. Shellshocked students shambling from classroom to classroom, barely able to manage a sweatsuit and bedhead ensemble, running around campus brandishing flash drives like Olympians. How I envy them.
Me, I’m tweaking my mental machinery, getting ready to switch gears once the semester ends. I’ll be teaching the second half [...]
