5:22 PM: I should be finishing the Sound and the Fury for tonight’s class, but I am so over it.  I was excited to read it again, not having read it since I was an undergrad and having just read Absalom, Absalom! and realizing that I may have sold Mr. Faulkner short… But no, despite having developed my reading skills a great deal in those ( Read more... )

[Written at] 5:22 pm: I should probably be doing some reading for class. If not finishing A Monk's Confession: The Memoirs of Guibert of Nogent, then at least reading back through parts of Absalom, Absalom! Or even starting The Fortress of Solitude to get some of it under my belt, as I do plan to read it a third time for this class, but instead I ( Read more... )

It was one of those mornings because it was one of those nights. You know the kind, waking up every hour or so, seeing that its 3:30 am, 4:40 am, 5:20 am. . . It is hot and then it is cold, the pillows are flat, your throat is parched, you are too much aware of the weight of your body to ever find a comfortable position. . . And then when the alarm ( Read more... )

Time is doing that contraction and expansion again thing this week. It moves slowly, has a burst of sudden speed, only to slow again. Like the Whip at Coney Island, as I have said before. . . I loved that ride as a kid, mostly because I was too cowardly to ever do the "scarier" rides like roller-coasters, or ones that spun around a lot like the ( Read more... )

Is it a bad sign to be exhausted already ( Read more... )