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 »
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 [...]
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 [...]
Magic
Posted in jazz hands! on July 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Fun fact: I planned on using a line from Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” today, but a hoppity-skippity jump brought me here instead. I think you’ll agree that Alex Jarvis’ contribution to contemporary letters is far more substantive than anything I might have to offer.
You may also notice that I didn’t sprain my neck hunting for alliteration [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
