It was a refusal of ventriloquism. One could say it was Didion’s “failure of nerves.” It also coincided, alas, with Reeducation’s distortions, Reeducation’s idea that nerves should fail. But far more fundamentally it was a refusal of ventriloquism. My attempt to interpret it as a “failure of nerves” in the sense of that senseless Reeducated … More Definitivamente
All literature is foreign somehow, and all foreign literature, or literature written in foreign languages, and literature from other eras, is more foreign. The feeling of being in a struggle with someone else for — you, over you. The feeling of having to explain yourself, again and again. The feeling of having to explain really … More And So
I have an advertiser at $200 per annum who reminds me that I cannot stop posting. This means each post, at one post a day, is worth approximately $0.55 USD. I feel like Virginia Woolf, commenting on the economy of a small college for women in Three Guineas, or like Thackeray and other writers who … More Bound to the Masthead, or, Honorarium Slavery
In a small amount of olive oil: + all leftover arugula, which was enough for a salad + all basil threatening to wilt, which was a great deal + large amounts of garlic + several sweet and several hot peppers, as for gulasch + two small eggplants, one green and one purple, sliced + a … More Arugula in Stir Fry
The honorary treasurer of the Rebuilding Fund had her eyes fixed on that. ‘What is the use of thinking how a college can be different,’ she seemed to say, ‘when it must be a place where students are taught to obtain appointments?’ ‘Dream your dreams,’ she seemed to add, turning, rather wearily, to the table … More Three Guineas
1 I do not now manage my time as I would like to, due to (a) my Reeducation related disability, (b) what my assigned schedule is, and (c) what customs are in this culture. And I tend to be flexible and relaxed, yet structured. But this culture expects almost complete flexibility, at least from women; … More Academic Mondays: Robert Boice?
I wrote this almost three months ago, in response to a post by Clio. I have put off publishing it for another week every time it has come up, because there is more pain in it than I want to see. Now there has been a comment and I’ve responded, so the post has to … More Response to Clio, or, Rules for This Academic Year
The bed of the salad is baby spinach, tossed with basalmic vinaigrette and chopped garlic. The shrimp salad that you ultimately toss with it is initially marinated and chilled for an hour in white wine vinaigrette. The salad is composed of the following: 1 large ripe tomato, sliced and the slices halved 1 large ripe … More Shrimp Salad with Two Dressings
“‘Yo no voy a morir de enfermedad, ni de vejez, de angustia o de cansancio. Voy a morir de amor, voy a entregarme al más hondo regazo. Ya no tendré vergüenza de estas manos vacías ni de esta celda hermética que se llama Rosario. En los labios del viento he de llamarme árbol de muchos … More Sobre la muerte
In the past three weeks I have accomplished too little in terms of visible production. What have I been doing in this hot village? For it is so hot that I find it difficult even to watch whole films, read whole books, or listen to whole albums. I have been reading very short texts. In … More The Open Source Fallacy
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