the NCTE, the organization that stages most events in English and Composition studies, posted this in regards to this year’s Convention on College Composition and Communication that is scheduled to happen in Kansas City. I[…]
Category: bizarre motivational Phill
Day 184: The Middle
This marks the post over the middle point. I made it half a year. Crazy, right? And to mark this auspicious occasion, I’m going to write about something I’ve been batting around in the back[…]
Day 175: Cultural appropriation vs. homage/honoring
This is the logic of the Indian mascot. “It’s meant to honor you!” Passive aggression at its finest. To begin making my case here, I’m going to do something I used to do in my[…]
Day 157: Truths about Academic Work
Julie posted this today on ye ol’ Facebook. If you read here regularly, you won’t be surprised to see that I chose to use it as a springboard today. I’ve talked at length about my[…]
Day 144: Follow the Buzzards
Today’s draw is the Hieorphant. This is only slightly ironic because Julie and I had a conversation the other day about what this particular archetype was. So here’s a little interp training I found at[…]
Day 138: I'm your lover/I'm a Zero/I'm the face in your dreams of glass
Today’s post is going to wander a little. I’m going to let my words stretch their legs. The pic up above is from the movie Cabin in the Woods. I was thinking about it just[…]
Day 134: More Life in the Trump America
Today our President tweeted more hate at the mayor of London. I remember when the 2000 election happened, all the animosity and insults and backbiting and everything that was involved. It was a derisive election,[…]
Day 123: The Scars Remind Us That the Past is Real
I promised myself when I started blogging again that I’d be honest and share things the way I would have before I got scared away from blogging, so today’s post is one of those moments.[…]
Day 119: Like Suicide
I used to have a friend named Ben. He’s lost in time, one of the people who I lost track of when high school ended. But one day, circa 1994, I was sitting in the[…]
Day 117: The Fare went up to 100 dollars and we can never go home again
A long time ago– I think it was even before I started blogging again, so it might have been an overgrown Facebook post– I wrote about the sentiment of “going home.” They say you can[…]
