As I've caught up with one of the best bloggers ever, I've realized that 1) he keeps linking to B. Herman's blog - yes, that B. Herman - and 2) he has been thinking about something I haven't been able to get away from lately.  This is a difficult matter.

This morning, I woke up in the midst of dreaming that I was chasing Joe the Plumber around a parking lot in Portland, Maine. This was disconcerting. Also disconcerting was the fact that I then spent about three minutes trying to figure out whether or not I actually do live in Portland, Maine now. I don't.

But I kind of wish that I did. I'm ( Read more... )

Despite this unalterable fact, yet another dream presented itself early this morning. Resembling a freakishly morbid Graham Greene novel, it featured the slow conquest of an encamped army by plague. In one tent, the more acutely stricken dweller insisted that the other devour the last available piece of bread. A sacrament, it was necessary ( Read more... )

My dreams have been vivid and remembered of late; this is unusual. Last night, I fell asleep thinking about 'place' as a defining characteristic of those three or four dreams that I still remember. It has always been a 'place' set in New England, in the forest, with dirt roads running between homes in a village, homes set under trees with no ( Read more... )

Well, the paper went alright.  Not a martyrdom at all.  But I'm a bit depressed about my field, as the call for papers for the "Men's Studies" section at the biggest annual conference features the following sentence:

"We seek also to provide a forum to continue the conversation, begun in 2008, on interrogating Muslim masculinities."

Yes, and how ( Read more... )

Well, I can forget about blogspot, now that 1) I realize that globspot.blogspot.com was somehow taken from me due to disuse and turned into a Spanish language something or other, though I still think that thing is f-cking golden and 2) some kid at the ole alma mater has taken guitar4christ, which I really wanted quite badly.  I was going to say not ( Read more... )

So I was having a mid-life crisis and thinking about doing something meaningful, like writing something for a lot of people.  Naturally, I thought about starting a blog.  By that I mean, one that people actually read ( Read more... )

maybe the whole sanctity thing isn't for me.  I'm far too busy thinking about how great I am.

Yesterday, I was reading Flannery O'Connor's mail and was stricken with guilt.  She wrote that Sarte was wrong when he asserted that 'hell is other people' and that we ought to see Christ present in every other person.  On my way out of the library the other night, I had been almost praying that Sarte quote - that's how fervently I believe in the ( Read more... )

So I'm reading this guy's dissertation on hermeneutics something or other, apparently to give him feedback.  Aside from the fact that I probably won't be able to offer much feedback (since I'm not normally one for hermeneutics of any sort), I'm about to die of laughter as a result of the fact that his introduction refers to a certain group of ( Read more... )