Kazoo Round-up

Just back from my meeting with the VP and the Dean, where I formally accepted the position of Coordinator of Women’s Studies. What was that I said about only suckers taking up administrative positions? 😉 Let’s consider it the first step in my plan for World Domination or perhaps as a new hat (we all…

Live Blogging MLA

Because I always need one more thing to do: I’m going to be live blogging MLA, the Modern Language Association conference. Many of you know that this is the biggest conference in the language and literature fields. It’s not only the place for papers deemed to be cutting edge, it’s also the place where the…

Happy Birthday, Jane

Get your Jane on: be devastatingly witty in a gentle tone so no one feels the knife’s blade. Who but a genius could invent the delightful Henry Tilney and Elinor Dashwood? From Austen’s pen: “I will not say that your mulberry-trees are dead, but I am afraid they are not alive.” “People always live forever…

Melville Marathon

Read the enthralling account of The joey Zone’s participation in the marathon reading of Moby Dick last week (it’s slightly shorter than the novel 😉 It is brought to you by the New England Anomaly, your home for weirdness.

The Old Man and the Seaport

The Moby Dick reading marathon ends at noon today, with a big birthday cake for Melville. The joey Zone is in the thick of it down on the decks of the Charles W. Morgan in Mystic Seaport. His chapter was read in the middle of the night, I think (but I could be mis-remembering). It’s…

Monster Folk

The monster folk are organized! See their blog — join their ranks. This may be a new land speed record for acceleration from idea to committee. Partly this is due to the early deadline for Kazoo session proposals (tomorrow). I’ve already faxed off mine for Medieval Popular Culture.

Becoming Elinor Dashwood

We are moving again; at least this time, it’s only about 10 miles. Nonetheless, it will be (as always) difficult. Even more so because we are moving into town and, necessarily, into a smaller place (that’s city life). On the plus side, the apartment is three blocks from my office and includes heat and water….

The Jetsetter Returns

Actually I returned Sunday night, but a bit later than expected due to an extended stay in Toronto. Unlike Halifax (the last place Air Canada stranded me) there were at least restaurants open and a few shops to idle at when I was too tired to read. Apparently I looked sufficiently woebegone that the guy…

Literature made Manifest

A man in Abergavenny gets literary (and all for a good cause): I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars…