Month: March 2009

Moving: an archaeological memoir

It’s strange, the things I hold onto.  I remember my mother’s voice climbing steadily into the fog-wreathed ridges of panic as she gripped some bauble between thumb and finger, asking “Why do you keep these things?” and gesturing helplessly at the sherpa paths trodden so delicately by my little feet in between the papers, the books, …

Today in class,

we discussed the discourse of gender. This led to conversations about: Jeremy Bentham Henry Jenkins’ bibliography Twin Peaks (I used the phrase “before your time” with a total lack of irony) Who Killed Amanda Palmer (a Freudian slip) Why you might need a woman’s touch when dealing with government agencies Online mating rituals (involving ukuleles) …