Self-Reliance

“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his…

Horror!

No, not just for the number of emails in my inbox (although that is horrifyingly substantial!) but because I begin the summer intensive course on horror film. First feature today: “Bride of Frankenstein”! Isn’t this a lovely photo of Lanchester?! Along with a lot of the Universals I’ll have a few other things to show…

I should have known better…

Yes, I was a glutton — three medieval classes in one term. I should add, I’m teaching three medieval classes with at least two different textbooks, so I am teaching some of the same texts in different translations (as if conveying the complexities of different parts of the Middle Ages were not hard enough!). I…

Albacon & Fall Colors

Ran out to get a hair cut yesterday and decided I needed a little color too, so voilà: Purple highlights! Thanks, Joy. She’s so good that she matched the color to the jacket I was wearing. We had a short night at Albacon — one panel for me on writing flash fiction. True to form,…

Fiction/Non-Fiction

From the official Empire State Building site: Narrating the tour is Tony, a fictional, but nonetheless authentic, native New Yorker born 50 years ago in Chelsea, an area of Manhattan not yet the hot, trendy neighborhood it is today. The tour is written from Tony’s point of view and is filled with his colorful, amusing…

Fabrications

I’ve decided the true story of my injury is very dull. I need suggestions of tales I might tell others, including my students whom I will be seeing tomorrow. Any ideas? The bruising is getting more colorful, as it tends to do. Will have to get another picture soon. Still no word on the x-rays,…

One Down

I don’t know why it was particularly difficult to return to the regular business of the academic year, but it was today. I suppose knowing the day would end with a meeting cast a bit of a pall on things, but I was having a hard time adjusting back to the public sphere of the…

Penultimate

It’s the penultimate day of the “working week” and it’s raining. Not ideal for moving, of course, particularly because a large part of what needs to be moved is art. Plus, the cable guy (or gal) is coming today to finally hook up the internet at the aerie, which will make life more convenient. I…

Editing

Sending off edits to my story “Fluorescence” which will appear in the Harrow next month. As always, awkward phrases seem to abound, but it’s best to avoid giving the editor the impression that you’re writing a completely different story when you make editing suggestions. I’m such a bad copy editor. Detail work is not my…

If Thursday was a Boat…

“Here’s why I did not go to work today…” I’m spending this “surreptitiously unique” day once more in the moving process because time is running out, work was not advancing well anyway, and it’s got to get done. Somehow, somehow — at least Harry Nilsson is in my head. Think positive: progress is being made….