December 2009

On Dilbert, Part Two.

December 31, 2009

Here’s a link to “On Dilbert, Part One.” I started writing what was going to be a longer post, had something else to do, decided to publish the post as was with the intent to finish it up in the next few days. Well, that clearly didn’t happen. Earlier this year, I resolved to write [...]

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Ghost dream.

December 27, 2009

Last night’s dream: A co-worker tells me she’s arranged for me to tryout for Cruz Azul, a professional soccer team based in Mexico City. This strikes me as odd for three reasons. First, I’m not a fan of Mexican soccer. Second, I’ve never been close to being good enough to play pro. And third, I’m [...]

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Merry Christmas 2009!

December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!

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Protected: Plummet.

December 22, 2009

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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My review of The Road.

December 20, 2009

WARNING: Spoilers and spoiler-text ahead. If you haven’t seen the movie yet and do not wish to have any clue or hint revealed unto you, don’t read this post. To view the spoiler-text, move the cursor over the black marks. Also, I didn’t call this “On The Road” because that’s a Kerouac title. I don’t [...]

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Yikes.

December 17, 2009

Just got what is quite possibly the sloppiest haircut of my life, and definitely the bloodiest since the ear incident of 1985. I may have to buzz my noggin for the first time since aught-one to minimize the damage. Will update.

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Miscellany as vacation looms.

December 13, 2009

Winter break, alias Christmas vacation, is three days away. All I want this Christmas is for my students to put some substantial effort into doing those assignments over the break before the weekend before they come back. That’s it. Not world peace or universal happiness–that would be asking an awful lot of billions of people. [...]

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In which my brother and I beat up a ghost.

December 6, 2009

I was just going through some old voice memos and found one about a dream I’d had recently: I’m in the faculty lounge at work, telling somebody that a former coworker, Jeanelle (who used to be the English Department Chair at my school) had died. A few minutes later, Jeanelle walks into the room. Stunned, [...]

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