tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329551792024-02-19T06:01:42.405-05:00[...]Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger567125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-29125112478090936392013-05-27T01:14:00.001-04:002017-01-04T17:19:14.533-05:00[welcome]This blog is defunct! Find me at www.dianejosefowicz.com.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-3238546163213474042013-02-03T21:45:00.001-05:002013-02-03T21:46:21.139-05:00I am a NerveI sure hope that, whenever someone finally figures out how to teach writing, simple responsiveness will play some role in the pedagogy. Some days, that's all I have. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-85857683848753212452013-01-17T14:56:00.000-05:002013-01-17T14:56:37.495-05:00Reasons to be excited about 2013Refreshing list of forthcoming books by some really good writers who don't get much press otherwise. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-33204512542624000992012-11-05T19:54:00.001-05:002012-11-05T19:54:04.780-05:00November? Already?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-10579447263088758012012-07-12T16:22:00.001-04:002012-07-12T16:22:27.020-04:00Preparing to write a short article, I spent the day reviewing the last decade's literature on, around, or about hypertext fiction and poetry, if those terms of art still apply, if they ever did. Not the best thing for my blood pressure, though I am learning a lot about losing, and regaining, my equanimity. And now the task is done -- I see and understand the boundaries of the material, I've Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-82900518924005847792012-06-13T15:06:00.000-04:002012-06-13T15:17:00.930-04:00Don't! Stop! Believin!So our house has a little quirk: my office is next to the front door. I generally like this busy spot, but it sometimes makes me seem a little more interruptible than I am. So I have been, at times, interrupted. And I have been, at times, a bit grouchy about this. You know, a bit. So MJ has taken to tiptoeing past the front door in the most guilt-inducing way.
Now this state of affairs could notUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-90617744383226200662012-05-08T22:27:00.001-04:002012-05-08T22:44:31.240-04:00san gabriels out my window
Pasadena is full of silences.
Gabrielino is the name of one of them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-15479942829051878532012-05-03T20:42:00.001-04:002012-05-03T20:42:18.642-04:00travelAfter a year of dreaming only of a linear inch on someone's bookshelf, something else appears on the horizon. No: a HORIZON appears on the horizon. Two hundred years are yesterday; two thousand, only slightly further back, the distance perhaps just a trick of the light. A carp breaks the surface of a pond three thousand miles distant; I am almost breathing. Soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-34990141201237007922012-04-10T13:00:00.034-04:002012-04-10T14:53:49.861-04:00On the B-trainMy knapsack is full of the day's papers, lesson plans, books, my laptop, my parked and frustrated ambitions, the numbers I am crunching in my endless internal feasibility study: writing versus making a crust. The train to Providence is leaving in twenty minutes and, in the interest of the feasibility study, I must be on it, for my feasibility officer is waiting and our weekly appointment is Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-17964740157361063652012-03-19T20:11:00.015-04:002012-03-19T21:09:05.860-04:00Le cru et le cuitReading _Heart of Darkness_ alongside _The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency_ has left me with a funny reader's whiplash. The two books actually do some interesting work as a pair, because both depend on the old "Mother Africa" trope: Africa sentimentally imagined as the source of all goodness up until the moment that it ... uh ... is not. While Conrad is paranoiacally sure Mother A will revert to Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-55085522931884419762012-03-11T16:28:00.000-04:002014-09-28T11:07:08.830-04:00RIP, Fish.RIP, Dots the Goldfish. :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-16923370040186906992012-02-24T19:47:00.004-05:002012-02-24T19:52:27.594-05:00Oh yes. Oh yes! nike Originally uploaded by quiet.eye. Even the New Yorker has gotten hip to the goofy majesty that is the German Shepherd Dawg. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-30940544519968354862012-02-16T13:06:00.005-05:002012-02-16T14:10:25.381-05:00Am currently hip-deep in the literature, so to speak, on the (ab)use of creative writing and creative writers in the college writing classroom. It is most disheartening. The only conclusion one could reasonably draw is that English departments should simply be eliminated from the university, as a measure of compassion, to end the misery of all concerned. Apparently creative writers are useless Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-28937021673360166552012-02-05T20:34:00.009-05:002012-02-05T20:48:47.355-05:00PraanStill love this video. A white guy who can't dance is joined eventually by lots of folks who also can't dance, all finally dancing to an ethereal single voice. A very human document. Dare I say that? My students, who are much cooler than I am, will heave one big collective sigh, and wonder. Moi aussi, I suppose.Define human, they will say. (Those who dance stupidly to a single human voice. Those Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-26993497526481067802012-02-02T15:15:00.003-05:002012-02-02T20:33:14.603-05:00Call Me Mutton-ChopsPleased as Punch to report that I am now the Science Editor of the Victorian Web.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-54538148379845555592011-12-21T13:16:00.004-05:002011-12-21T13:25:12.061-05:00FocusDid you know that every single interruption -- phone call, greeting, check-in, dog-barking-crazily-at-nothing -- costs twenty minutes of productivity? It takes a couple of minutes to deal with the interruption, and then fifteen more to get back into flow."Maker's Schedule, Manager's Schedule" suggests implementing "office hours," which seems like a great idea for a home office. Hope I can get Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-70904277209597079472011-12-19T21:55:00.001-05:002011-12-19T21:57:04.725-05:00May they all be velvet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-83144439679598906722011-12-19T12:10:00.002-05:002011-12-19T12:14:17.924-05:00One Night in YpsilantiUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-30049872078457894332011-12-10T14:16:00.002-05:002011-12-10T14:20:44.631-05:00Semester's End Blues""When the student no longer needs you, you have done your job and it's truly cause for celebration even though it's hard to let go."[sniffle]Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-4467733853479397732011-12-02T16:07:00.001-05:002011-12-02T16:08:54.831-05:00Leonard Cohen, "Who By Fire"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-81980791763876412392011-11-11T20:44:00.007-05:002011-12-02T16:06:57.266-05:00Conjunctions 57: Kin!Fresh ink from You Know Who (and some other writers You Probably Know Better):Now available via amazon.com or direct from the publisher.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-48604818718996634022011-10-28T10:02:00.000-04:002011-10-28T10:03:01.878-04:00Rx for DoubtWhen in doubt, go back to the material. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-76221875385574078772011-10-23T15:48:00.002-04:002011-10-23T15:51:16.755-04:00Happy 10th Birthday to the Saint Ann's Review!My story, "Eleven, The Spelunker," appears in the Saint Ann's Review's tenth anniversary issue, on sale now. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-2530998743246547482011-10-09T21:40:00.002-04:002011-10-09T21:42:39.916-04:00Your Taste Is Still KillerIra Glass: “What nobody tells people who are beginners — and I really wish someone had told this to me . . . is that all of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, and it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, isUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32955179.post-86370310494857071802011-08-15T15:43:00.003-04:002011-09-30T17:24:10.935-04:00Conjunctions!Thrilled to report that Conjunctions will publish my story "The Dwindling" this fall. Pre-order your copy now at Amazon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com