Higher Education Webinars
July 19, 2011 - 3:00pm
Rattlesnake Daddy: A Son’s Search for His Father, by Brent Spencer. The Backwaters Press (2011). $25.00 paper.***
July 7, 2011 - 3:45pm
***Pacazo, a novel by Roy Kesey. Dzanc Books (2011). $15.40 hardcover, $8.79 Kindle.***Today I have the pleasure of posting a review by one friend of a book by another friend. I know: A good day, right?
June 30, 2011 - 6:30am
And to finish off my journal month, a fitting quote copied out from Chekhov's book on Sakhalin: "They keep writing, they keep writing, they keep writing, Oh, Queen of Heaven!"
June 29, 2011 - 4:00am
Subtract 30 seconds from my 15 minutes of fame: In the Italian deli with family friends. An old woman walks up to where I stand filling a cup at the soda dispenser. She (suspicious): “Did you write a book about this town?”Me: “Yes, ma’am.”She (triumphant): “I knew you did. My grandson said you talked to his class at the high school but didn’t remember your name.”Me: “Yes, that was for the novel. Have you seen my nonfiction book?”She: “No.” She walks away, mission accomplished and no further interest.
June 27, 2011 - 12:45am
Final couplet to an unwritten poem:A desperate way of living, calledGet It While You Can.
June 24, 2011 - 3:00am
A and Z have a child whose tonsils must come out. The child wakes from anesthesia in great pain and confusion, calls for A hysterically. Z tries to step in, but the child wants only A, who climbs into the hospital bed to hold and calm him. Z: (jealously) I knew this would happen.
June 23, 2011 - 3:30am
A departmental faculty meeting somewhere in, oh, let’s say...Texas. A lit-crit professor praises his absent colleague, a creative-writing professor. “He’s a great writer, no doubt about it. World-class, and a very nice guy. But he’s no scholar, so why’s he get all the foundation money? He shouldn’t be in the university.”
June 21, 2011 - 6:30am
Viewing a fossilized mammoth skeleton at the Children’s Museum. The spread of the pelvis, wide as an elephant’s ears. The curved radius of ribs. Together, pelvis and ribs define what’s gone missing: The giant’s bag of viscera—all the fluid, dark, red, gurgling organs the first to go. What is most alive goes most noticeably absent. The embarrassment of bones.
June 20, 2011 - 6:15am
At a party, Dr. S, a Chinese neurologist practicing in the Midwest on exchange. Young, funny, has also worked in New York. Says family doctors aren’t aware of the latest technologies and still think there’s a possibility of MS when his MRI shows no brain plaque—what he calls “old CAT-Scan ideas.” “I can’t guarantee there’s not a single cell of cancer, though,” he laughs. He mocks hypochondriacal American university types: The cellist with the “tight” arm, the healthy administrator who calls him every two weeks and has had three MRIs so far.
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