If you read this blog, chances are that I owe you an email.

If this is true, I am getting around to it…but a strange thing happens when things are more than about 2 days past due. They start falling off the radar instead of getting more important.

I dunno if this happens to any of y’all, but it’s kind of a strange habit. I think it might be academic influence…since things are often on time or zero’d out anyhow, the idea of something being late and important is kind of strange to me.

But i have letters to write. Memes to do. Tags to respond to.

Oodles of things.

Let’s see if i get to it now that i’ve publicly shamed myself into action.



MAYNARD: It reads, ‘Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Aramathea. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the Holy Grail in the Castle of Aaaarrrggggggh’.
MAYNARD: ‘… the Castle of Aaaarrrggggggh’.
BEDEMIR: What is that?
MAYNARD: He must have died while carving it.
LAUNCELOT: Oh, come on!
MAYNARD: Well, that’s what it says.
ARTHUR: Look, if he was dying, he wouldn’t bother to carve ‘aaarrrggggggh’. He’d just say it!
MAYNARD: Well, that’s what’s carved in the rock!
GALAHAD: Perhaps he was dictating.

Sly was down for the count this weekend. If you can avoid it, don’t get a muscle spasm in your neck. It can hurt like a bitch, but be non-life threatening enough to ensure a long wait in the ER.

Hugs and kisses…


Done with school, for now. Now onwards to the job search for the summer, and maybe beyond.

We shall see.


Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor.
Exultemus, et in ipso iucundemur.
Temeamus, et amemus Deum vivum.
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul ergo cum in unum congregamur:
Ne nos mente dividamur caveamus.
Cessent iurgia maligna, cessent lites.
Et in medio nostri sit Christus Deus.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul quoque cum beatis videamus,
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus.
Gaudium quod est immensum, atque probum:
Saecula per infinita saeculorum.

Go listen here to hear it sung, as arranged by Duruflé.

Where love and charity exist, there God is.

This is for BFP.


So. It’s kind of my blogaversary.

Huzzah. Or something.

Anyhow, I end this year much like I began it. Pissed off, not entirely sure why, and writing to figure it all out. Pretty sure I’ll be in a somewhat similar boat next time around the sun, too. But i’m proud of (mostly) of this, and I’ve used this writing to fuel my academic work, start conversations offline, and to take joy in what is often difficult work.

Thanks for reading. It means a lot.


I’ve said now and again that there is nothing new under the sun. I could list the necessary disclaimers, but I’ll leave you to imagine them in sufficient depth.

Anyhow, I’m posting now because I ran across some later instances of a fight I was in a long, long time back. The same problem was being rehearsed, in slightly different terms. Most interestingly, a good deal of the folks had gone from one “side” to the other, though i suspect not willingly. I wonder if they’re making the same connections I am. I wonder if they feel the same sinking sensation of watching their own voice get distorted to hell and back.

Sucks, doesn’t it.


So, now that I am actually getting relaxed, break is coming to an end. I get the sneaking feeling that these may be some of the last of the best days of my life. I have a schedule to die for, with the ability to be anywhere I’d like for days at a time. It’s technically a 4 day weekend, but I do have work…it’s just that I could just as easily be in another town doing it. And often, I am.

Which brings me to my point. I’m going to be done with Yale very soon, probably by Christmas. And i have to pick where to put this body. So far, it’s been rather easy….the schools I’ve wanted to attend are in specific locations.

I’m mostly picking between NYC and Minneapolis, but I could hear arguments for just about anywhere in the world. I’ve got a lot of friends in Minnesota, and the draw is strong. But this is my big chance to strike out into the big big world…and I’d love to at least daydream about some other possibilities.


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