What I mean, #2

→ The post of the day is from Feminéma, on salaries and negotiation, very important. → The post beautiful award for today goes to Jonathan, on poetry, theory, and poetics — what a relief it is to read that in lieu of the news. I had planned to spend this day on teaching activities, and … More What I mean, #2

Fascinated theorist

Perhaps I am not a coldhearted scientist, but a fascinated theorist. I really do not know what to do about this name question. Now that I do not think about Reeducation all my literary ideas, the ones I could see float by but could not catch, are flooding in. I cannot keep up physically, but … More Fascinated theorist

F. L. de Moratín

In graduate school there was a parodist who wrote a play called El ¿huh? de las niñas y el ¡ja! de Boy-oh-Boy and a tract called La rebelión de las personas non gratas. The personas non gratas were, as we knew from other parodies, the students. I cannot remember the Unamuno parody but there has … More F. L. de Moratín

Coldhearted scientist

→ I have changed my name again, to Coldhearted scientist. There was the Hedonistic pleasureseeker who had been called that as a criticism, and I have always been criticized as a coldhearted scientist so I am claiming that until I find my real name. I may delete this weblog if it says what it apparently … More Coldhearted scientist

Anticuado

Look at this: Your application was submitted on 2/18/2013 and has been assigned a tracking number of 138441. Print this page now and attach it to your paper application. Axé.

That Discerning Eye

♦ This sketch does not justify my working title which refers to Villaverde’s “ojo conocedor” — the eye which sees race. The “discerning eye” in his text and in others is what makes one (Latin) American. Elite criollos need it so as to know with whom they are dealing; others do too, so as to know … More That Discerning Eye

LXXVII

Graniza tanto, como para que yo recuerde y acreciente las perlas que he recogido del hocico mismo de cada tempestad. No se vaya a secar esta lluvia. A menos que me fuese dado caer ahora para ella, o que me enterrasen mojado en el agua que surtiera de todos los fuegos. ¿Hasta dónde me alcanzará … More LXXVII