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June 20, 2008 - 3:39pm
My son Starbuck, who’s six, is home a lot this summer, so I figured we might find some time to do a little home-school unit on Twain: Read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, drive over to Springfield to the Lincoln Museum and out to Hannibal, ride a steamboat, watch some grave robbers, smoke a few pipes. That sort of thing.
June 18, 2008 - 8:49am
In my mind, I’m already a mogul.
June 13, 2008 - 2:16pm
Wednesday would have been the 83rd birthday of William Styron, author of Sophie’s Choice, The Confessions of Nat Turner, and Darkness Vis
June 6, 2008 - 4:34pm
Is happiness the phylum in the kingdom of hope?
June 3, 2008 - 8:19am
As I said a few days ago, my acquaintance Crazy Larry and I went recently to Abbey Road on the River, a Beatles festival in Louisville, Kentucky. It was a trip I’d intended to make for more than a year, feeling deep down it would be a good subject to write on.
May 29, 2008 - 11:18am
Several of the events at the lit festival I went to last weekend convened in a narrow room above a karaoke bar, and panelists sat on barstools behind the service counter. Should I say that we dispensed shots of strong advice?
May 22, 2008 - 10:35pm
As you read this, I’m on the road with Crazy Larry, headed for Louisville, Kentucky, and Abbey Road on the River, “Five Days of Peace/Love/Rock & Roll.” Back in the day, The Beatles
May 21, 2008 - 11:53am
As I wrote in a couple of earlier posts (here and here), I’ve long had an interest in independent publishing. Today I have an interview with an actual owner-operator of one such literary press that I’ve been watching.
May 15, 2008 - 12:09pm
Last month I went to an organizational meeting for anyone on campus interested in teaching courses (off-campus) for people who traditionally haven’t had the chance to go to university. It’s a worthy project that would help with a number of social ills, but the organizing body doesn’t want publicity at this early stage—not everyone would be down with it politically—so I can’t offer specifics.
May 14, 2008 - 11:11am
The end of every semester is, in a sense, a finality; all those minds I’ve been living in for four months withdraw suddenly and leave only silence. But it’s also false closure, a pretense that students have learned some difficult thing once and for all, when I know good and well that Dr. Trinkle will sit reading their lab reports next fall in his office on the engineering quad, shaking his fist in the direction of the English Building.
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