January 2012
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First Days
The first day of a new semester makes me happier than any other day during the year. Meeting five new sets of students. Fumbling names. Sweaty shirt. Bad jokes. Nerves. Hope. I usually forget how much of an impression they all make on me these first days until I look at them again somewhere toward the end of the semester and can see how much progress they’ve made. I don’t care what...
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XIAPE 52.
who are you,little i
(five or six years old) peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)
e.e. cummings, 1950
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My face hums in the warmth of my apartment, the blue crisp of winter losing grip of our afternoon together. I stared at my shadow for 20 blocks outlining the collar and hair of whatever perfection I needed to project for myself for an hour or so. I could only steal glances at the Hudson every hundred feet for fear of losing sight of Riverside emptying out in front of my frozen pace. The river was...
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Little Earthquakes
I lost my virginity in the back of a tan Volvo station wagon underneath a basketball hoop. What started in the fading afternoon of the dunes ended after dusk in a backseat. It was the kind of mistake eager kids make randomly one day after rehearsal. The next time, the one that you say counts when telling your stories, was a year later and we were young and in love and to the point we listened to...
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Cyberpunk Bowie, New Wave Bowie: A Look at Scary... →
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My latest for Tor.com, for their Bowie Week series.
Caught in the grip of rising future-shock, a state that William Gibson will later observe is a near-permanent condition of the early twenty-first century, Bowie doesn’t so much sing here as he screams, howls, chants, growls, and croons.
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Our Shared Math of Interstate Travel
Too easy for me to get lost in the shuffle of getting from one place to another during the holidays. An appreciation of no other choice probably but driving across the United States is a wonderful way to spend a few days. There is simply no better way to witness the intersection of time and landscape. Everything opens like a slow flower. Burrowing east into the sunrise from deep in the midwest...
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One of my oldest friends posted this song off an...
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December 2011
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Prayer for 2011
For everything we got wrong
and everything we got right
just for one day.
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“But it also seemed like a good place to go to detox and collect one’s wits....”
– “Look Good in Ruins (or: Twenty-five Tangents about Bowie in ‘Berlin’).” (via marathonpacks)
This is awesome.
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“finding, encountering, stealing instead of regulating, recognizing, and judging.”
– deleuze, a conversation: what is it? what is it for? (via karaj)
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Wedging myself in an orange fold of sky on the edge of town, staring down the frozen maw of empty fields a former home at a time. I need to remember the color of the light. I’ll settle for a stiff drink or hot bath.
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Cross-country cat-tastrophe.
Our Shared End of One Moment
Things are slowing down. Yesterday I gave a make-up final exam to a student named Mark. He was originally supposed to take the exam on Monday but left a message for me at work that something had come up, could he make it up at a later date? It’s a tough call for a teacher when students do something like that. Half the time I would probably assume the worst and imagine some excuse sitting at...
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