“Fue porque no me dio ganas”
Now, that covers a lot. Axé.
Now, that covers a lot. Axé.
Allah, Allah… Axé.
“Vos podés estar en el lugar que te proponés,” me han dicho, but it appears I should be at Cambridge since they do things as I would. I should simply do things and not worry. ♦ The freshman introduction to modern Spanish literature at Cambridge starts in 1800, not 1700, and uses these four texts: 1. … More Those pesky courses
El interlocutor de Piedra de sol no es una mujer, ni la humanidad en abstracto, es el hombre de la modernidad, es el hombre urbano que pretende involucrarse en los asuntos de la polis y al que se le advierte “amar es combatir”. La otredad que es el cuerpo de la mujer en Piedra de sol se resuelve y … More Octavio Paz
He was our neighbor, and his great-grandfather was Adam Mickiewicz. He apparently starved to death because arthritis made him unable to work and people did not bring him food. He helped me move once when it was important. Axé.
It is very important. Discuss. Everyone I know is for the Fichtenbaum slate, yet Cary Nelson sounds reasonable. My faculty will never unionize so support for an advocacy chapter is important to me. But no, on the other hand, I do not want a quietist AAUP. I do not have any inside information on this … More Open thread on the AAUP election
A program at my university is having a fundraiser so their building can be finished. It involves a $50 dinner ticket, and buying drinks at the bar, and participating in a silent auction. No, I do not have the money; yes, I have other priorities, anyway; no, I am not comfortable being asked to make … More A serious question
Axé.
As I clear out files, I find scraps of paper; the one I have just found had this title. It says that it is not a comment on writing or research, but on other aspects of work. It says that the amount of time I have to spend managing other peoples’ emotions about my degrees … More Ninety seconds of insight
O si se tiene sed, se alarga el brazo ¡Y a la copa que pasa se la apura! Luego, la copa turbia al polvo rueda, Y el hábil catador -manchado el pecho De una sangre invisible- sigue alegre Coronado de mirtos, su camino! ¡No son los cuerpos ya sino desechos, Y fosas, y jirones! Y … More Amor de ciudad grande III