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Limited-Use Poetry

Mom’s poetry.

The Word-Processing Niche That Time Forgot

Eminem’s problems ain’t got shit on newspaper filing systems.

Car Vs. Computer

That new old dichotomy: machine vs. machine.

Linguistic Causes Of Dyscalculia?

Long periods of silence, and then — out of the blue — a horrible piece of pseudo-academic claptrap.

Social Discomfort And Social Diseases

A night with German Cars vs. American Homes; a morning with the security guards.

The Myth of the Uncommunicative Father

I read Sharon Olds and Joan Didion and Sylvia Plath, all these writers of recent rebellious generations, the ones of whom it was said you can never go home again — people who dig out the viscera of their relationships with their parents and slap them into the pages of novels. I admire these women. […]

Metropolis and Hiroshima

I saw the anime Metropolis the other day and I have a lot of thoughts that relate to it, but I’ve been revising a review for moviesareawful.com for three days now and it still isn’t coming together. Let me just say this: my eyes were in Art Deco heaven; the soundtrack uses a jazz repertoire […]

I’m becoming the person my geek friends hate.

This morning Lee Spector, best-quality-finest-kind artificial intelligence professor at Hampshire, sent out a note requesting that alumns working in technology drop him a line. Apparently, the college wants to list its techie alumns on its website in order to convince the young people they are trying to lure into wasting four years that Hampshire is […]

My CCS Div I, Continued: Sociolinguistics of Like

My boss Abby asks me today if I’m a Valley Girl. Yes, I say, and then reconsider, and say No. There are reasons to say Yes, most of them simply linguistic. A former Humboldt County-area boyfriend of mine, visiting my hometown for the first time, remarked with alarm that I turned into a Valley Girl […]

Forum: The Big Questions — What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

The workshop counselors from the 2001 sessions spent two nights together in a retreat in the Virginia “mountains” after everything had wound down. On our last night together, after the dishes had been cleared, our director spurred us into a discussion along the theme of Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About […]