L and I are travelling to San Francisco this week to attend a college graduation. Suggestions for graduation gifts are welcome. The graduate in question is an early-20s Peace Corps volunteer and talented musician.
gifts for college graduation
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Category Archives: story of my life
from the “where are they now?” files
I met David Daniell when he was a 19-year-old freshman at Georgia Tech, playing guitar in his first band at a house party just off campus. Now he has his own record label, Antiopic, which has just released a CD featuring members of Sonic f’ing Youth.
Last year, Antiopic released a monthly series of free, downloadable mp3s entitled Allegorical Power, a project exploring “the possibilities and roles of abstract or experimental music as social and political response.”
the associated press!?
An AP reporter called me this afternoon asking to arrange an interview. It seems he read the story that Heidi did for the University News and now he’s interested, too.
I’ve gotten more mileage out of saying I’m going to get a tattoo without actually getting a tattoo, yet, than I would have thought possible.
stress management 101
A full plate: a grant proposal due this week; a paper to deliver, and a panel to chair, in Boston; a midterm to write and grade; the usual stack of reading and class prep to complete.
I’m cranky. Thirty minutes of high intensity cardio exercise while listening to Live Through This helps. Now for a shower and some quiz grading.
blue sky, sunday morning, coffee and a computer
We spent a few hours last night at the Hitching Post, a dive bar on Troost near 55th, talking with artists, novelists, poets, filmmakers, students, and fellow academics. I revealed to a few people that I keep a blog, and suddenly they want the address.
Weez says my earlier post leaves her wanting more words. Why do I blog? Why do you read my blog? Look at the keywords below my name at the top of the page: literature, technology, culture, education, academia. Do I deliver on that promise? I feel like I don’t.
If all I do is tell you details about my life, I start to feel pretty selfish. Why should you care about my life? Some of you knew me before I started blogging. Some of you have met me since I started blogging. Some of you (most of you?) only know me through my blog. I can’t tell you everything. I usually leave the bad stuff out, so you’re not getting the whole story. Shouldn’t that frustrate you?
For a variety of reasons, my life has been turned upside down since about three days before September 11, 2001. But people I work with read this blog, and my family might one day stumble across it, and so I don’t reveal everything here. In this way, perhaps, I’m cheating you.