archives for Monday 20 August 2007
recapitulation
Monday 20 August 2007 | 4 cookies in the jar
There being nowhere in particular to begin, since dozens of unbegun beginnings have rocketed past me and been lost to ahistorical oblivion (”…but then you are headed there anyway”), I’ll begin with…right about now.
The Brujo is in my study recording his radio show; I hear snatches of music and back-announcing, sometimes the name “Max Roach”—who […]
she writes copiously but does not post
Monday 20 August 2007 | I like a cookie
because now she must go photocopy handouts for purposes of teaching Comp I at SEVEN-FORTY in the morning tomorrow. Traffic on this here little blog has about dropped to zero, excepting mine. I better get y’all some damn copy up here soon or you will leave me forever. Just give me one more chance, baby! […]
