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At Least I'm Not Freddy


  No matter how bad I might feel after a migraine, I can't compare to Friedrich:My existence is a dreadful burden: I would have rejected it long ago, had I not been making the most instructive experiments in the intellectual and moral domain in just this condition of suffering and…

5 Easy Paragraphs


As promised, here are 5 paragraphs from Richard Lanham that sum up everything I've been dimly trying to understand about the relationship between rhetoric, education, and the information economy. Only Lanham, clever bastard that he is, goes even further by couching it as an "attention economy." An Economy, Not of…

Maude-L'n


Liz and I had breakfast with Maude Hines, an old friend from graduate school, and her seven year old son Morgan (shown here with Liz when he was just a baby). Went to Brothers in spite of its new, crepe-y pancakes. I'll say one thing about grad school: it separates…

The Ral Parthenon


Not long after reading a post by Miles Inada about the death of one of the creators of Dungeons & Dragons, I was on Facebook and discovered one of the people I used to game with in Junior High. I found the juxtaposition oddly unsettling. Here's the paradox that I…

Sprang!


I grew up on grim visual fare courtesy of Batman artists Jim Aparo and Neal Adams. But, thanks to DC's tendency to reprint earlier comics in large editions, I was also exposed to an earlier aesthetic. For loopy exuberance and reckless joy, you'd be hard-pressed to match Dick Sprang. Sprang…

Stations of the Cross


As any former students of mine can testify, most of my associations are loose, and my lectures take many a wandering digression on their way to major points. But there are those few associations that seem nailed to specific actions. To borrow an image from Jacques Lacan, it's like when…

Well, Crepe


For over a decade, I loved Brothers Restaurant in Ashland because it delivered an improbable combination: well-made espresso coffee  and plain ol', unimproved and fundamentally unhealthy Bisquik-style pancakes. Usually, places with espresso try to improve upon the pancake, and places with fat, yeasty pancakes shun espresso. Alas, Brothers has changed…

Big Book o'Migraines


Nausea reverses the normal relation our digestive tract has with the world. Instead of taking the world in, and making it part of us, we expel part of ourselves into the world. Our selves, on some level, become subtracted. There is probably something to say here about eating disorders, but…

RIP Residual Culture


After a life of less than four hours, the Residual Culture blog was incorporated within Immanent Domain. Though I did love the slogan I put on the masthead: "I defy any amateur of painting to love a picture as much as a fetishist loves a shoe" -- Bataille.