Oronte

John Griswold, who uses the pen name Oronte Churm at Inside Higher Ed and elsewhere, was born in Vietnam and raised in coal country in Southern Illinois. His stories, poems, and essays have appeared in War, Literature and the Arts; Brevity; Natural Bridge;  and Ninth Letter. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, listed as notable in The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2009, and included in The Best Creative Nonfiction, Vol. 3 (WW Norton).

His most recent book is a collection of essays, Pirates You Don't Know, and Other Adventures in the Examined Life (University of Georgia Press 2014), now available for pre-order. He is also the author of a novel, A Democracy of Ghosts, and a nonfiction book, Herrin: The Brief History of an Infamous American City.

He teaches in the MFA program at McNeese State University, Lake Charles, Louisiana.

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September 17, 2007
My wife and I have opened part of our home as an inn for wayward academics.
September 15, 2007
My wife and I are opening part of our home as an inn for wayward academics, to help make ends meet. Earlier posts on this topic can be read here:Part 1, Part 2, andPart 3. ***
September 7, 2007
Today I welcome guest blogger Glen, a chum of the Churms from way back. He has done what I have so far failed to do—taken a ride on the tenure track—and I’m fascinated to see where it leads. --Oronte ***
September 4, 2007
My father holding me, Saigon, 1963.  
August 31, 2007
Crazy Larry is in his first Equity play, and we were talking about the similarities between acting and teaching. I asked if he knew the term “corpsing,” which I’d heard on the special features of a DVD for Ricky Gervais’s series The Extras. It means to laugh inappropriately while shooting a scene, and Gervais, who’s known for doing it constantly (and hilariously), describes it as a sort of physical affliction beyond one’s control, a tension in the muscles that builds on itself and ruins take after take.
August 17, 2007
A few days before the start of some semesters, I suddenly realize the call to teach has left me, the way breath leaves the lungs. All those who profess for a living—clergy, lawyers, this guy—must feel deflated now and then too.
August 16, 2007
Students are returning to Hinterland’s campus in droves, and it’s not even dorm move-in yet, let alone the start of the semester. I can’t recall another time with this many early birds, thousands of them, soon to be tens of thousands. What does it mean? Is the economy so bad that summer jobs are finished early or never got started? Is it an index of intergenerational squabbling—they’re sick of mom and dad? Or is it a new lurch toward conservatism, with confident youth eager to finish their degrees and get started making money?
August 10, 2007
You should skip my explanations and go straight to enjoying the videos at the end of this post.
August 8, 2007
I caught a lot of grief this summer from readers upset with what I’ve posted on this blog. No, I didn’t insult good country folk; I stand accused of writing too well. The charges were leveled by friends and acquaintances, who no doubt felt they were looking out for my interests. One said that writing published first in print media might be republished on the Net (if the print source was good enough), but that it couldn’t go from Net to print. In other words, this blog is a throwaway, and I’ve ruined my chances for becoming respectable.

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