The next thing which should be done is, impeach Bush and try him for war crimes. Do not feel sorry for him: he has foreseen this. Remember, he has bought a large ranch in Paraguay, and the Paraguayan government has extended immunity to U.S. military accused of war crimes. The ranch is next to a … More Alguien se va al Chaco
Some websites have mechanisms whereby the author tracks his or her mood: happy, sad, pensive, or their “status:” at work, at home, at the library, in class. My current status is: dancing on Donald Rumsfeld’s political grave. I know that Rumsfeld will probably be reappointed to some other post, and that yesterday’s victories will not … More Status: Dancing
In between making calls to get out the vote, I have been receiving some static on this site from people who call themselves Christians. I hereby send these wicked grigris home. I would also like to remind any California readers I may have to go out and vote NO ON PROPOSITION 85. Update: Proposition 85 … More Allez-vous-en, you condescending Bible-drippers
I The missteps I have made in life, have caused me to meet certain people I would not have met otherwise. This is something I would not like to trade away. One of my students has had some life problems lately, and she is moving to where the wind does not blow so cold through … More Une belle fête
I As of this writing, Daniel Ortega, not a ‘leftist’ but a chameleon, is winning the presidential election in Nicaragua. My candidate, Edmundo Jarquín, is in fourth place, and Edén Pastora, not just a ‘former Contra rebel’ as the delusional CBS news proclaims, but also, in his complicated life, a former Comandante Cero, is coming … More Elecciones
At the end of the wee hours… Beat it, I said to him, you cop, you lousy pig, beat it, I detest the flunkies of order and the cockchafers of hope. Beat it, evil grigri, you bedbug of a petty monk. Then I turned toward paradises lost for him and his kin, calmer than the … More Va-t’en mauvais gris-gris
I have been working all weekend. When I work, I get headaches, because for the last fifteen years I have been unable to work without also hearing in my mind my father’s voice, speaking in loud tones to me about how I should work. If I am to work at all, I must work through … More Loud Voice
Fortified by having discovered late last week that my honors thesis student is doing as well as a good graduate student, and by having attended one of those lovely, sumptuous, intellectual parties Friday evening, which in everyone’s fantasies professors fairly live at, but which in reality take place only rarely, I have spent the entire … More On Feeling Demented
Here is a brilliant post on, among other things, the way in which the language of the Bush Administration has moved beyond the Orwellian, straight into Lewis Carroll territory. I have often considered writing a parodic analysis of the discourse of some universities in which I have worked, based on Alice in Wonderland. Jack Balkin … More Alice in Wonderland
Here is yesterday’s poem, in English. It is a mysterious text alluding to a ceremony in which a poisonous snake is killed, ostensibly with an axe, but also by singing. Sensemayá (Chant to kill a snake) ¡Mayombe-bombe-mayombé! ¡Mayombe-bombe-mayombé! ¡Mayombe-bombe-mayombé! The snake has eyes of glass; The snake coils on a stick; With his eyes of … More ¡Mayombe-bombe-mayombé!
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