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Monthly Archives: September 2017
At 4:57 this morning (3:57 Nashville time), I turned 52. I’m actually holding off on the celebration until this weekend, but I’ve been touched by the best wishes I’ve received from hundreds of people, in person or via social media. … Continue reading
Longtime readers may recall that in the Spawn’s preteen and early teen years, she spent a lot of time drawing, with an eye toward creating her own comics one day. As the years went by, however, she became much more … Continue reading
My HotEL (History of the English Language) class is getting ready to start a section on Johnson’s Dictionary tomorrow, which is cool, because today would have been the Great Cham’s 308th birthday. Kudos to the folks at Google for making … Continue reading
I find these particularly valuable in our current age. It would be easy to compile a long list of […] determinisms in criticism, all of them, whether Marxist, Thomist, liberal-humanist, neo-Classical, Freudian, Jungian, or existentialist, substituting a critical attitude for … Continue reading
So the week started with a hurricane and ends with a football game. And there was other stuff too. *** We caught the fringe of Irma’s northeastern quadrant, but that was enough, thanks. All the same, the Dean pulled the … Continue reading
Yesterday was a scheduled Daddy/Daughter day, as we headed for Real City for lunch and a movie. The day’s activities were funded by the Spawn’s earnings; she recently broke the $1K mark in savings from her library work, and decided … Continue reading
I’m 51 years old. Barring something unexpected, I will soon be 52. Unlike the Mad Dog, who loathes the thought of aging, I share my mom’s opinion that getting older beats the alternative. Still, events over the past two days … Continue reading