Friday, September 22, 2006

first cold of the season...woo. hoo.

I'm sick, and I am cranky. And I think I may be taking my comps next week, which absolutely terrifies me. The gauntlet approaches. Time to enter.

(I just hope that I come out unscathed.)

Thursday, September 21, 2006

at least it's almost my favorite clothing time of year

You know your life is being inundated by work and the job search when you have dreams about submitting your CVs to schools. I now have to start sending out more articles in an attempt to get published. Ugh. I'm exhausted and am coming down with a cold. Ah, the joys of fall...

Monday, September 11, 2006

It's nice to get good news on a day like this. One of my nearest and dearest friends, the fabulous Aruam, is now a mom! This makes me so unbelievably happy...

Sunday, September 10, 2006

apropos of nothing...

Wild boys always shiiiiiiine!

Thursday, September 07, 2006

The Dean Deposed

Slate has a pretty great article on the axing of music critic Robert Christgau from The Village Voice. It hit home for me a lot because Bob was my mentor at the end of my undergrad career. I learned more about the craft of writing in the 15 weeks of his non-fiction seminar than I probably had in my entire life. He taught me how to precisely line-edit my work, a skill I must admit I've become quite sloppy with since slipping back into the passive-voiced jungle of academia. His critiques of our papers read like his record reviews, sharp, incisive and not at all willing to pull punches. His first review of my work actually made me burst into tears when I got back home. I was mortified that this man, one of my rock-crit idols, had dressed me down and exposed all the flaws in my work. But he was right--I was a 20-year-old punk who thought she knew everything. And through tearing me apart, I was able to build myself back up as a writer. I am still grateful for that, and the opportunity he gave me to intern at the Voice all those years ago. He's partially responsible for me going back to school -- he was one of my references and one of the voices in my head telling me there was more to life than writing fluffy pieces about Teen Dream Boy Band # 342. He's really good at challenging, and obviously the new owners of the Voice don't want a challenge.

Monday, September 04, 2006

and you wonder why i fear fish

RIP, Crocodile Hunter. Killed by a stingray...