This painting gives me the creeps… http://g.co/artproject/ygzf
To be afraid of water always seemed to me to be a terrible flaw of character. It was a confession that you were not strong enough to be close to something larger than yourself, that a universe in which you were not the prime mover was discomfiting and barren. Water played its silent chorus to a thankless audience, and bore us aloft on the inky blackness of a sultry Gulf night. Even rain felt like...
Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious summer by this sun [or son] of York April is a strange month, all cusp and no arrival. Always winter, never Christmas, like a frozen Narnia under a hundred-year regime. It is the last battle of the long campaign. Ambition has faded, and resignation takes its place, as we slog through the dregs and remnants of the last academic year. Ahead of...
Playing around with Text Expander. I may have to get this. Do you have any idea how gratifying it is to type in a few letters and have the format for a Chicago Style citation or a form email saying I don’t give out grades via email?