This week was a space in time when colleagues, under the control of others or not, become villains, and I had to rely on my own ingenuity to escape a disaserous fate. You know the kind of week I’m referring to I’m sure. An “Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL” …
A demon who must be exposed, or exposing the demon? “He’s a liar. The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us. But, he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. The attack is psychological, Damien, and powerful. So don’t listen. Remember that, do not …
Time rushes in, no matter what watch I wear. It smothers me with the work that will propel me to the end of my graduate school career, and it pleasures me by ushering in the holidays, and with them reasonable cause for playing endless covers of Joni Mitchell’s River. A …
Monday, November 22, 2004: I was listening to Viladi’s Four Seasons, and Bowling for Soup’s 1985. It was 9 months since we invaded Iraq, but far from a time when the average citizen would become aware of the national fiscal evisceration heading our way. Having discovered that the pedophile preserving …
I ran into her when she spoke at various colloquia my third year as an undergraduate. We didn’t become genuinely acquainted until some time later at a Blues bar in St. Mark’s Place — during the later part of my final undergraduate year. She would eventually, in a city 3 …
