As usual, there was plenty to do, see, and hear at Kalamazoo.  This year had more panels than ever, in more time slots than ever.  On most days, I attended no fewer than three panels; one day I attended four.  On Sunday, I only attended two, but there were only two panels on Sunday.

The Old English offerings were sparse this year, though there were ( Read more... )

It all started innocently enough. Jim the Boyfriend (also an English instructor) and I were discussing Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem Kubla Khan. And I said that it was like a fast-paced Disney theme ride: Look, a pleasure dome! Oooh, caves of ice! Wow, a woman wailing for her demon lover! How did we get to that damsel with a dulcimer? Who's ( Read more... )