Well, awake at least. Check back with me later.
I’m already sugared and caffeinated, so you would think I might feel somewhat friskier. About this time each year, however, the threshold of functional friskiness becomes harder to achieve. Hundreds of exams and essays will do that.
The seriocomic aspect of my own end-o’-semester travails is that I [...]
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Blood from a Stone
Posted in navel-gazery on October 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s opening observation: if you are going to sport the “No, I’m not on steroids…but thanks for asking!” t-shirt, you really ought to be a) freakishly ginormous, so much so that you blot out smaller suns, or b) comedically gangly. If you’re just an average athletic feller, folks will think you’re a tad delusional. Just FYI.
This morning strikes [...]
Ergo Propter Hoc
Posted in navel-gazery on October 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have about 614 items on today’s agenda to attempt. According to overnight polling, most Americans believe I’m going to fail spectacularly but look confident while doing so.
No, I’m not going to talk about politics or the VP debate. Any scrum in which the bar is set so low–one debater just had to avoid looking like Caribou Barbie [...]
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 [...]
Pleading the Belly
Posted in navel-gazery on July 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today the navel-gazery is pretty much literal. Mine is a fascinating bellybutton.
Something appears to be wrong with my tummy, which in itself is not very interesting. Odds are I’m dealing with a deep muscle pull, but all sorts of horrible things could be going on. Horrible things go on in the tummy, which makes diagnosis [...]
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 [...]
Saturdaze
Posted in navel-gazery, vagaries of verse on July 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s 8 o’clock on Saturday morning, and I’ve been up since 5:30. I have no explanation, I just thought you ought to know.
Mine is a fairly regimented life. On some days said regimen feels like the ol’ mind-forg’d manacles, but most of the time it seems like the only reasonable means of maintaining an equitable [...]
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 [...]
Catch the Heart Off Guard and Blow It Open
Posted in amor fati!, navel-gazery on June 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am, by all accounts, a terrible person. My most recent insidious activity has involved irresponsibly larding my posts with tantalizing keywords, none of which will lead the searcher to the thing he seeks. I entangled a surfer questing for Keats yesterday, and over the weekend another looking for pictures of Diane Lane (I will not explain what [...]
Think Warm Days Will Never Cease
Posted in navel-gazery, vagaries of verse on June 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s post could go many ways. Let us consider the options.
At first I planned to gloat about my radiant awesome, since I currently am among the select few humans with a copy of Emma Bolden’s The Mariner’s Wife. Empirically speaking, that makes me just slightly cooler than you are. Nothing personal. You can of course [...]
