Finished with Geoff Dyer. In the New York Times I learned about the death of Joanna Russ, whose “The Female Man” and “Pornography by Women, for Women, with Love” were both important to me. The second is, I believe, the first essay to examine Slash fiction, and also provided an important model in allowing me… Continue Reading
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I’m in the office doin that thing
The school year winds down – the complications continue. I keep drinking the coffee, listening to the podcasts, reading and barely writing. The shape of my body has been changing, and it has meant needing some new clothes. So clothes shopping, which can easily slip into the compulsive place. I’m trying to keep it together… Continue Reading
Time to Punch the Sky God!
Or Goddess. When I left the house this morning all of the steps of my stoop were slicked with ice, covered by a thin layer of freezing water which was pelting from the sky in huge drops. I made it down the first step only to start to skid on the next two. Luckily I… Continue Reading
A chilling sentence I just read…
“He never sheds the self importance of youth.” Tags: daily photo, reading
On the ground, or why this post doesn’t have a snappy title…
More time mucking about with the Nikon. I’m beginning to warm to it, although I hate using the view finder. It irritates me always having the camera lens identified with the eye. I’ve just finished Jaron Lanier’s You are Not a Gadget, a driven critique of online life and current trends in computing. Jaron was… Continue Reading
Twenty is as does…
Why does it seem like some alarm is going off over and over? Spent way too much time entering urls, because I got obsessed when I should have just delegated. That was a good salad I made my way through this evening; spinach, avocado, beans, greens. Creativity is frightening, overwhelming; the best art instruction should… Continue Reading
Twenty sentences that won’t change your life.
There’s a little something around my sinuses that feels like it could be a cold. Last night’s flight home was smooth and undersold, which meant that I had two seats to slump into while I read a copy of The Age of American Unreason that I had picked up at the Nashville Airport. It turns… Continue Reading
Trash and Blur…
If you have time and 75.00 this weekend you should come and spend them both at Postcards from the edge VisualAIDS’s annual benefit, that allows you to buy great art inexpensively and support the practices and legacies of HIV+ artists at the same time. I have something in there as well as many more talented… Continue Reading
And on to David Antin and The Prisoner
A glimpse of my stroll west last night. It was way way cold, and when I returned home I didn’t want to do anything but finish up my viewing of the Prisoner and my reading of A Book of One’s Own. I’m toying with the idea of trying to read at least a book a… Continue Reading
Whither Whether Wither Weather…
Buzzing distractions once again. And it’s gone back to cold, which tends to make me pensive. I did have a lovely Monday shopping trip with Lolita, after an initial communication breakdown. Twitter saved us from missing each other entirely. I’ve been making my way through Thomas Mallon’s A Book of One’s Own, which offers the… Continue Reading