March 2010
15 posts
WatchMy five, five-second vignettes video.
I don’t actually have that much loose video lying around here, but what there is is kinda awesome.
nicky36 asked: Reveal your mysteries...
monkeyfrog asked: Are you coming to Chicagoish in April?
I'm clearly not mysterious enough. →
They were asking for listener testimonials for the...
Occasion Marking
Today would have marked my ninth wedding anniversary. In many ways I’m better off than I was since I got divorced over a year ago; in a couple of critical ones (financial, career) I’m not doing as well, but those are only tangentially related.
I’ve had over a year of reestablishing myself as an individual, and not part of a couple. While I don’t miss HER so much any more...
The opening scene from "National Treasure 3: More...
Many of my students have been watching (in church?) a film called “Blood Sacrifice” where it is revealed that Jay-Z sold his soul to the devil in order to become famous, and joined the Illuminati.
Yes. Really.
Anyway, since they want to talk about nothing so much as how Jay-Z worships Satan, I thought it might be a good creative writing project to have them write a letter asking to...
“This is awe-inspiring. Two schools, at different times and in different places,...”
– Kentucky’s John Calipari is the sleaziest coach in a sleazy game. - By Charles P. Pierce - Slate Magazine
Road trip!
Yesterday I rolled out of bed at 6, showered, made breakfast, fed the cats, hopped in the car, drove to St. Louis, bought some meats and pastries on The Hill, went to The Fox Theatre, watched the magnificent August: Osage County, had dinner at The Shaved Duck, drove back to Memphis, came home, and crashed. I suppose I could go into further detail, but let’s just say it was a pretty good day.
Unnecessary Blues
Lately I’ve been feeling slightly lost and disconnected, distant and locked away. I’m staying busy, generally, but it seems like even when I’m in a crowd of friends I’m uncommunicative and distracted, thinking about something else. It’s difficult to know if I’m having a minor crisis of existence, a touch of the ol’ seasonal affective disorder, or if...
