archives for April 2010
Tuesday 20 April 2010 | 3 cookies in the jar
read ‘the one that got away’
Tuesday 20 April 2010 | 3 cookies in the jar
You are certainly all invitated; and many of you are thanked in writing.
read ‘who will come to my defense’
Tuesday 20 April 2010 | someone left a cookie
It’s two years LATER I discover the Radiohead/In Rainbows/In the Basement series? And, I needed these songs THEN, Thom. I know I’m an out-of-touch dork, but you might have emailed or given us a ring. I mean REALLY.
read ‘i am a moth’
Tuesday 20 April 2010 | I like a cookie
read ‘denial; denial.’
Tuesday 6 April 2010 | I like a cookie
I swear this blog is not just going to turn into a selection of youtube clips. Wait, do I really swear that? No. No I do not. This blog is off playing by itself until the first week of May, and that’s that. Who knows WHAT it will get up to in my total mental [...]
read ‘I’m a freaking buddhist!’
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I suppose that the inferiority of the teachers of [English] is largely due to the fact that they are recruited from the lower moiety of pedagogical aspirants. The more ambitious fellows tackle something that seems more recondite, and hence better worth knowing. [...] The stupider fellow turns to something that is easier and more obvious, which is to say, to the language that every "educated" man is presumed to know, and the books he is presumed to have read....But in English even the higher ranks of professors tend to be inferior to those of any other faculty. The papers printed in [the journals] seldom show any professional competence or contribute anything worth knowing to the subject. For the most part they consist wholly of dull pedantries—attempts to establish the dates of some forgotten poet, investigations of the stealings of one obscure author from another, elaborate statistical inquiries into weak endings, and so on and so on. [...] The men who actually know something always know the difference between something and nothing, but the professors of English seem to be largely unaware of it....they devote themselves ardently to irrelevant trivia about the writers of the past, many of them existing today only as flies embalmed in the amber of text-books.
—HL Mencken
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