I know I should be working on my infinitely valuable and interesting Emily D paper, but I can't help thinking about Pog having so much fun at the Lyle Lovett show. Besides my inimitable office mate Mark might find this funny. Plug in the lyrics and listen to others sing. I plugged in My Life and got a funky "song". Have fun. Let them sing it for you

Say it ain't so, Shaun, say it ain't so. I think what we experienced was what my Dad (a Mick from the old school) called an Irish Pause. (Gulp of the liquor of life) Now we carry on the next damn fool thing.

Wingnut Debate Dictionary: "applepiety - A 'holier (and more patriotic) than thou' attitude. (taz via MetaFilter)"

By the by, can anybody tell me what the abstract form from Oakes looks like. I have lost it or never had it or got pissed off and threw it away.

Hey Kate, you stole my interp. Oh well, there's plenty more out there on the old litcrit tree.

Terry, you can have it. I was mostly joking. Although, it turns out that joking interps work equally as well as traditional ones with this poem. -- Kate

Kate, what would I want a used interp for. Jeez, that's disgusting. OK I forgive you. ~Terry

I guess this will have to be my analysis of dearest Emily. Check it out: Loaded Gun ~Terry

BTW, what the hell are youse guys talking about? Shaun? Somebody done you wrong? ~Out of the Loop on the Outside Looking in.

By the way, did you notice in Oakes's email of congratulations that we were called a "gang"? This opens up interesting possibilities. Gang colors, gang signs, gang code words (pomo, poco, semiotics) I suggest we call ourselves Da Crits. Any other ideas out there, homies. ~Terry

My stars Terry! You missed a good one...in the jar...which can also be used as, in the bottle, something my dad used to ask me in college. "Did you get in the jar this weekend?" Can anyone guess the answer to that question 4/7 of the time?
Shaun

Hear ye, hear ye. If you are in deep distress about what is happening in Dr. O's class tonight here is the relevant part of an email response she had to my deep distress:

Terry,
Spread the word; tonight you don't have to prepare anything. We're
going to go over other Emily Dickinson poems, her biography, and, oh, wait, a recap
of your reports on her (but you only have to refresh your memory on it).
I'm bringing all the handouts and such.



So there it is--spread the gospel of Emily Dickinson tonight. Yo, Shaun, you wake yet?

I am now, thanks to a little dog who just HAD to go pee pee.

This is why you get cats: they can pee pee all by themselves INDOORS. -- Kate

I happen to have cats as well. Funny you mention it, because I thought you knew about them. Of course, dogs can pee pee in the house all by themselves, too. Of course, if the cats pee pee in the house and miss the box by a hair, it smells like sulphur and death forever.
Shaun

d2r: an introduction to weblogs

Ok, what is the weblog biz all about. Read the article at the post above. All shall be revealed. ~Terry