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Remember when I used to blog here? These recent months have been such that I haven’t felt the desire to keep up the usual rate of blogging fluff, nor have I wanted to blog about what’s been going on until … Continue reading
I forgot to make note of it on here, but Gene Wolfe died recently. Needless to say, he was one of a handful of fiction writers who had an absolutely essential impact on me. He also helped design the machine … Continue reading
So, as discussed previously, my thirtieth year on this planet brought the return of my younger flirtation with makeup and such, and as it turns out I can do this sort of thing with greater precision and confidence, as the … Continue reading
The Windhover, by Gerard Manley Hopkins To Christ our Lord I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he … Continue reading
Instead of giving you guys just one take on this weird show, I’m just going to cram a whole bunch of them together. You’re welcome!
I’m on vacation, so of course that means getting more blogging done. What else am I supposed to do, really? Movie adaptations of a TV show tend to lean in one of two directions: the Star Trek direction, where you … Continue reading
It’s hard to imagine another C.S. Lewis in today’s climate. I mean, there’s an entire small cottage industry of writers attempting their own Mere Christianities, but with none of the cultural cache.
Despite breezing through the remainder of Revolutionary Girl Utena with considerable speed, I have yet to be able to say anything coherent about it (aside from: it’s great). So let’s talk about fashion and stuff instead.
Sorry for not posting lately. The inspiration to write just hasn’t been there, nor the inspiration to do anything artsy lately. Which can be frustrating, but at least there isn’t any active drama.
Now for the good stuff. In rereading Ulysses and dipping into Finnegans Wake and Richard Ellmann’s biography of James Joyce, it’s become clear that the man is one of those artists who I have a foundational, yet utterly complicated … Continue reading