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The Internet vacuum strikes again.
You start out by watching a woman with cerebral palsy give an inspirational speech at a convention in Australia...
then all the sudden it's a quarter to midnight and you're watching a midget lip-sync "Billie Jean" on YouTube.
And then you have one of those transcendent epiphanies...
it is definitely time to go to bed. -
A blog.
So I really have decided to begin an actual blog (not a livejournal, a blog!), but this time under a pen name.
The blog is here. It's called "English Teaching Anonymous" and is styled after one of my very favorite blogs, Editorial Anonymous. I may at times be speaking of students of mine, so I'm trying to at least assume anonymity on their behalf. I ( Read more... ) -
If you were a themed blog, what would you be?
The other day I was considering starting a blog. Not just any blog, a themed blog.
I've noticed that the blogging world has changed. No longer do you sign in, titter in text about your day, and expect the natural sparkle of your written words to weave together the random knick-knackery of your life for your readers. If you want a good following, ( Read more... ) -
A post-traumatic update
We are still not sure about our apartment. We were for a while, but now we are not sure once more.
It's a silly roundabout explanation - involving dropped emails, car bombs, deja vu, and the last four digits of your social security number. The short version is - instead of having no renter and a place ready for us with a deposit on, we now have a ( Read more... ) -
From the Mixed-Up Anglo-files: Advent Day 10: The Tube
As you read this, stand up and stick your arms straight out. Spin around in a circle. Reach above your head as high as you can. Bend down and touch your toes. Now take in a big breath of air ( Read more... ) -
From the Mixed-up Anglo-files: Advent Days 1-7: Tea
I watched half of the "Half-Blood Prince" on my flight back from Princeton two weeks ago (with take-off and landing, I could only sneak in half on that 4-hour flight). Now I find myself sick to the bones with wishful thinking; I picture myself in dear old dreary London for the holidays. Outside it's blizzarding quite dreadfully. I wish it were ( Read more... )
