In which Emma writes a kinda cheesy entry but talks about people wailing on their guitars, too. Continue reading »
Here’s one of the reasons I love Bob Dylan: Bob Dylan is the honey badger of singer-songwriters. Now, after typing that, I admit that I realize two things: Things move really, really fast on the Internets when it comes to what’s hot and what’s not, and the honey badger? Not so much hot anymore. And … Continue reading »
In which Emma returns to blogging with a bit about Bob Dylan. Continue reading »
My grades are averaged and submitted, my presents are bought (if not stripped of their price tags and wrapped), and I’m allowing myself a few days of sugar highs and on-the-couch-reality-television stupor before getting back in the academic saddle and put the final touches on my syllabi for spring. I can hardly believe that this … Continue reading »
Forgive me again, dear readers, for dropping off of the face of the Blogosphere. It appears that Elizabeth Bishop was very much in the right: about two weeks ago, I completed the reconstruction of my witch manuscript and, in pure, unadulterated exhaustion, decided to put off the back-up-athon until the next day. You can see … Continue reading »
(The title of this post, incidentally, comes from the title of the Joyce Carol Oates short story I must’ve read at least — and I mean this, at least — ten thousand billion times in high school, as it seemed to be in every fiction anthology and textbook we used. I always wanted to love … Continue reading »
