The Things I Tweet Probably no one wants a recommendation letter over…
Probably no one wants a recommendation letter over three pages, right? Because I can’t stop saying nice things about this one student.
Probably no one wants a recommendation letter over three pages, right? Because I can’t stop saying nice things about this one student.
Disturbed by a student’s assertion that one of my favorite poets was “full of sound and furry.”
“Don’t hate the villain, hate the villanelle.” They Might Be Giants works in form: dialasong.com
“Details rule, but make each detail matter.” Discuss.
Do they make perfume that smells like twizzlers? Can I get some for my wife?
Today I was not in the mountains then I was in the mountains and now I am not in the mountains. Both metaphor and not metaphor.
Disturbing realization: my style icon is the creepy Elijah Wood character in Sin City.
I’m now receiving notifications from WordPress asking me to moderate comments on a blog– not mine– that went dormant in 2010? Weird scam?
Just sent an e-mail to all Gram-O-Rama alums in my spreadsheet. If I missed you, will you let me know? Will you fill out my Google Form?
I could swear I just heard someone use the term “pelvic essay.”
I’ve ended up with an extra Hurricanes ticket tomorrow night. Anyone want to go with me? Departing from my house ~6:30. Text me.
I spent much of the evening playing Railroad Tycoon II. Felt awesome.
If Word’s counter is to be believed, I just broke the 5,000 word threshold in writing feedback to my students on their first papers.
People, let’s show some love for @amorak: sundoglit.com/amorak-huey/
Is it possible that I just finished the draft of a new chapbook manuscript? I think I might have. Check back in a year and a half or so.
So tired of Republican denials that systematic inequality persists. Our work on civil rights isn’t complete. It’s sliding backwards.
Joni Ernst’s grandparents had only the sweat on their brow and their big dreams. OH AND THEY WERE WHITE
I hope we, as a country, can agree to be as great as he believes we are. I still believe. I really do.
For eight years at the turn of the century, we were a people who felt fear and pettiness. The President reminds us that we can be much more.
I don’t always love my country. I get angry. I get frustrated. Then I hear Obama speak like he did tonight, and I feel only hope & pride.