Today, Dracula made the first move toward securing Jonathan Harker to teach in the local community college. Mr. Harker has dreamed colorful dreams of working for the Count, so congratulations are in order!
Other than the parking ticket, our few hours in Chicago were good. We saw Laura and Balthasar Gracián and two good friends from graduate school, including Other Medievalist Mary.
I feel like I should lock the doors and shut myself away for a few months, just for the principle of maintaining my asocial street cred….
The same day D, former minister there and good friend, departed after a two-day visit, I bumped into the current minister on the sidewalk.
I can think of better ways to begin the morning than simultaneously to realize I’ve awakened with a headache and to step in a still warm and moist hairball.
Didjya notice they’ve got an “I am John Doe” campaign, complete with a dinky picture you can put on your website, as if it were an ad?
Our wedding cost us hardly a thing.
I know you’ve been waiting for this since last year when we all crushed hard on Joaquin Phoenix and decried the toxbow Charlize wore on her shoulder.
What makes a stalker a stalker?
It would appear that Tom Cruise has been named scientology’s messiah.
the sloven, the drunk, the tawdry, the kitsch, the bland
TomKat got married!
It’s time for a little inflammatory speech.
It’s a miscellaneous day.
What, in the end, will they do with the drunken sailor soldier?
Curious tales of the land below the Pyranees
In this issue Tom apologizes to Brooke, Katie is depressed?, and Super Power solves the problem of perceptics!
the professor wonders if his antics will alienate his students
“Won’t nothing bring you down like your hometown.”
Memories of my life as a commie prof
Though I am still unsure as to why they were being auctioned, especially since there was already an institution in place that was to be about preserving them… MLK’s papers stay in Hotlanta
Snippets from an uneventful, significant day.
Idle tidbits about the author
Just plain ole, good, delicious gossip.
A conversation I had today at work.
Once, not long ago, I was banished to TV hell. In due time I adapted. I learned to watch American Idol with much of the rest of America. I admit there was something a little thrilling about it. I thought myself a pioneer pushing out into the petit-bourgeois wilderness that is America, a faithful diarist of shallow and obscene life-as-it’s-fabricated there in the center of the culture industry.
since we are moving more towards a koan type format
Living by the Rules
Gambling our Education Away
You’ll eat it, right?
American Idol, and the Flaming Lips.
The rumors you’ve heard are true.
This year unemployment has decimated our moviegoing almost as much as would a) children, or b) living in the sticks.
Is it wicked to have glee over the news that the TomKat union may have been subverted by her parents over the ChristmaDays?
