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– HAPPY BIRTHDAY – William Blake.

– QUOTE OF THE WEEK –
“Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?”
– Henry Finck

– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
Who was the last person you kissed?

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So I’m proposed two Gothic Funk projects this week, and both have had a lukewarm reception. They don’t need much, though, to succeed. If any of you, of humble readers, would like to contribute, I’m pasting the original instructions below.

I may or may not have been pushing the envelope in the last few papers, in terms of providing the sort of argument the syllabus calls for… but I am going to push a bit further just now because I am so sleep deprived and exhausted at right now that I cannot help but consider what effect that has on my reading and writing.

Winter is almost upon us! (Well, some of us…)

For the second month in a row, I’ve ripped off the photos from the net. These are all PD, of course, culled from the Wikipedia commons. The background is from a photo of the Met, America’s premiere art museum and one of the largest in the world.

– NOVEMBER – is the month of AIDS awareness.
– HAPPY BIRTHDAY – Bruce Lee and Jimi Hendrix.

– NEWS OF THE WEEK –
Sydney Morning Herald: Peace deal marks end of Nepal civil war.

– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
Who would you be from the cast of Cheers?

I was acting in the first version (it’s been repeated about eight times now) of Flint Youth Theatre’s Visions of Sugar Plum. This was a play in which the actors dressed in black with gloves and barefoot and moved puppets in front of blacklight.

On an unrelated note (because that is always the best way to start a paper), it occurs to me that part of the superficiality (negatively intended) of Pessoa comes from the fact that in fragmenting himself into heteronyms, he also fragmented his own complexity and nuance.

I won’t be posting for the rest of the week, so everyone have a Happy Thanksgiving!

– NOVEMBER – is the month for being thankful.

– PICTURE OF THE WEEK –
Dinner.

– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
What is your favorite comfort food?

The Detroit Free Press: Questions linger after Richards apologizes for racist rant.

What strange calamity.

Seinfeld was never my favorite show, but it was always a show I’ve enjoyed. In the last year or so it has even come to mean more to me, seeming one of those indelible mid-nineties things that I can inexplicably associate with theater and driving and Alternative.

The older I get the more I’m (quite unintentionally) getting in the habit of pronouncing the word “coincidence” differently than everyone else. I’ve caught my self, whether reading or speaking, shifting the emphasis from the second to the third syllable: coincidence.