In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever. Continue reading »
Category Archives: Another winter in a summer town
“She knows there’s no success like failure …”
In which Emma explains why she has not been blogging, though she does not apologize (and explains why not). Continue reading »
Join Me Where Learning Lives!
In which Emma announces her courses at the Carnegie Center with great excitement! Continue reading »
Happy New Years and Such, Facebook Addict Style
In which Emma lazily allows The Facebooks to do her end-of-and-beginning-of-year-summations for her. Continue reading »
“A List of Praises”
In which Emma moans about kidney stones and shows you some pictures to make up for it. Continue reading »
Don’t Tell Me You Weren’t Expecting This Post. :)
In which Emma discusses the realization that she is, beyond any shadow of a doubt, cursed. Continue reading »
“… the experience of each new age requires a new confession …”
In which Emma discusses confession, autobiography, Rachel Zucker, Benjamin Franklin, Bette Davis, Joan Crawford, Pepsi-Cola, and lumberman’s jackets. Continue reading »
Snowpocalypse 2009
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 … Continue reading »
“I hold with those who favor fire.”
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 … Continue reading »
“Winter under cultivation / Is as arable as Spring.”
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. Continue reading »