In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which Emma explains why she has not been blogging, though she does not apologize (and explains why not).
In which Emma announces her courses at the Carnegie Center with great excitement!
In which Emma lazily allows The Facebooks to do her end-of-and-beginning-of-year-summations for her.
In which Emma moans about kidney stones and shows you some pictures to make up for it.
In which Emma discusses the realization that she is, beyond any shadow of a doubt, cursed.
In which Emma discusses confession, autobiography, Rachel Zucker, Benjamin Franklin, Bette Davis, Joan Crawford, Pepsi-Cola, and lumberman’s jackets.
Regular blogging to commence … Well, as soon as I finish this. I’m weathering the storm here: though I have finally reached the point of cabin fever, I’m grateful to have power again (moving next to the middle school they use as a county-wide emergency shelter was, apparently, a Very Good Move). But first, more …
This winter is absolute madness. I’m snowed and iced in at the moment, looking out the window at near-solid white and praying the power holds through its occaisional fits, spurts, and blank-outs. I’m trying to use this time to be productive — editing, writing, editing, writing, class planning, editing — but don’t know how long …
Winter is good — his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield – To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World – Generic as a Quarry And hearty — as a Rose – Invited with Asperity But welcome when he goes.