… is quite possibly the weirdest blog I’ve ever seen. But I like it. Someone had his brain stolen in London and now he’s looking to get it back.
Month: August 2004
Rhetoric, Policy, and How to Screw People And Make Them Thank You For It
I found the link to this recent Paul Krugman Op-Ed column over on Julie’s Ill-Sorted Ephemera, and column is
What is Style, Anyway?
According to Ben Yagoda, in this article pver at the Chronicle, style is something that emerges when writers are comfortable and proficient with their tools. Style is expressed unconsciously, but shaped consciously, in revision. It is a whispering, not a shouting voice; whether readers discern it depends on their familiarity with the writer and their own skill as readers. The writer himself or herself is aware of it; identifying, developing, and shaping it is one of the main pleasures of the craft. That is to say, it’s not what you get just by following the prescriptions in a book like …
The Ister
A three-plus hour-long film based on lectures by a philosopher? Hey, I’m not really a fan of Heidegger, but I want to see this film just the same.
Last Night…
I found that I could not stop sneezing and sniffling and so I went home sick. Meaning that I decided it was bad enough to have had to eat cafeteria food yet again (cream soup; a horrid little tofu schnitzel—or that’s what we all guessed it might have been; kimchi; and rice). I decided I would not sleep in the dormitory last night, in the hell of off-and-on air-conditioning, in a bed which I found less comfortable even than the bus I rode southward on overnight in India last winter. I came home. I came home, took a shower, put …