we

talk.

(kind of)

stop doing anything

I didn't want our first conversation to be awkward, she says.

Do you feel awkward now?

Yes.

Is there anything I can do to help you feel less awkward?

The answer comes to me in my mind: stop doing anything. And go away soon.

a smile-free zone.

She is sitting across from me with her arms folded up. She looks like an angry stuffed animal.

just a sec, I got to get some coffee

I reach for the Ethiophian yirgacheffe and the counter girl whisks it away. My cup gets filled with organic body and soul. I take my hand off the carafe and it gets immediately replaced by a fresh caraffe of yirgacheffe.

She puts the fuzzy color deleted house coat back on.

in the car

I made a sign of the cross and ate the last square of a hershey bar wrapped in foil. What is it with me and Jesus these days?

dressing down

When people go to have important conversations, Wally observed this morning on our stairs, the instinct is to dress up. But that instinct is wrong. I think what you need to do is be absolutely sure to dress lower than the person you're going to talk to. Dress down.

I froze. There wasn't much time.

How low is down, Wally? Said Wally satirically. Earth to Hilary.

Wally, how low is down? I repeated.

Sweats and a hijab, said Wally: or, if you are not Muslim, a hoody.

song

My body my sweat my tears/my chart my graph my notes....

exhaustion

.

foreclosure

"Is defined as not having to pay rent for 7 months and then being payed to leave", Waleska translated. "Especially in this city, where people's definition of "vacating" the premises means to stop paying the electric bill".

people.

People keep coming up to me and looking at me accusatively and saying, what happened to her hair? It shrank! How could you let that happen?

And what I keep telling them is, I wash my hands of this legendary haircut. I haven't even SEEN it. And the parking meters glower in hell.

words words words

Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 21:52:02 -0400
From: HILARY WARD Add To Address Book | This is Spam
Subject: Re: city life
To: 6010@LISTS.WAYNE.EDU

Ancient. It goes with the agoraphobic theme of city life :

Bob! Let's get some words between us and this here problem.
Aw crap, wait a second...it looks like the problem is MADE
out of words.

Hilary
---- Original message ----
>Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 21:46:31 -0400
>From: "J.Rice"
>Subject: Re: city life
>To: ag9521@wayne.edu
>
>and the second book you want to review is...? Ancient rhetoric or Everything is an argument?
>

sharon live

From Sharon's up to the minute parody of Hilary:

What do you THINK about in your mind? Like, I'm Hilary. If I had a collection of things, what would I name it? How would the name change if I found the things on the ground? If they fell from the sky? If they made an obnoxious "whir" and spun in the air? What would I name that category of things? Now I don't know the answer to that question right now, but I know I want to name my del.icio.us tags after it.

a lot goes on in the Writing Center

after hours.

mmm bookmark

Sharon tries to name her del.icio.us tag collection:

www.del.icio.us/bite my lyrics




ASSholes! She yelled. Ok. Fucking

www.del.icio.us/byte_my_lyrics

(yeah)





Irony-stealing hip hop ASSholes! Fucking

www.del.icio.us/byte_mylyrics

And then there was silence.

when you teach you have to do the open standing posture

said Sharon.

I stood on the pavement with my arms outstretched.

Waaay to open, Hilary. Said Sharon. Waaay too open.

current stats

current height: 3 foot 7 (in supple Writing Center chair)
current weight: 117 (but eczema free)
current mood: making a chart

the boss of the boss of the boss of Name Deleted

created this:

"It was with these concerns in mind that the Executive Committee of the Conference on College Composition and Communication, in 1972, passed the following resolution:
We affirm the students' right to their own patterns and varieties of language -- the dialects of their nurture or whatever dialects in which they find their own identity and style. Language scholars long ago denied that the myth of a standard American dialect has any validity. The claim that any one dialect is unacceptable amounts to an attempt of one social group to exert its dominance over another. Such a claim leads to false advice for speakers and writers, and immoral advice for humans. A nation proud of its diverse heritage and its cultural and racial variety will preserve its heritage of dialects. We affirm strongly that teachers must have the experiences and training that will enable them to respect diversity and uphold the right of students to their own language.

The members of the Committee realized that the resolution would create controversy and that without a clear explanation of the linguistic and social knowledge on which it rests, many people would find it incomprehensible". (CCCC, "Students' right to their own language", 1972).

the reason being is

I just made up a personality quiz in my mind called "Which Composition Faculty Member Are You?".

Question 5 is: Are you secretly an Ellen fan?

If you answer "no" to Question 5, then: You Are Ellen.

The reason being is, if Ellen were Ellen's student then Ellen would NOT be an Ellen fan.

commentary

I want to write a follow-up statement to CCCC "Students' Right To Their Own Language" titled "Students' right to their own position on language rights".

showdown:

A letter from Name Deleted.

When someone DAMAges your PROperdy

my dad stammered when he saw the drunk asshole scrape on my car,

"you NEED to take that as an injury to yourself or to your person".

It never ceases to amaze me that this is a philsophy invented primarily by Christians.

an insightful reflection

Why do rich people always hide their plunger in cunning and secret places?

Note:A plunger is a technology that is supposed to have a minimal word/use ratio. Not being able to find it just generates conversation, ie, problems.

update

days of ritual fasting: 14 min.

Patches of eczema: 6.

Sigh...

beep beep beep

oh look (at the aruvedic calendar, which of course you have downloaded into your cell phone like me), it's time for ritual fasting again. Note: fasting is benefical for diseases of the skin.

Days of ritual fasting: 4 min.

Patches of eczema: 6.

still the nightmares

where she is being hurt or dying and I know I am capable to come and help, but am not allowed.

What's even more disturbing is, I think I got the basic theme of that off of South Park.

location: Hillsdale Michigan

Patches of eczema: 6

Weight gained from anti-eczema steroids: 3.5 lbs (but for good cause).

Current mood: Hopeful (am leaving Hillsdale in 24 minutes).

diagon alley

The image of the County Fair auction was too much to pick up and carry around inside me.

I scurried across the edges of "downtown" Hillsdale, clutching my kitcat bar defensively.

A storm was coming. A lot of horsey people with puffy faces and slopey brows who speak a strange and incomprehensible dialect of English started to go away. The gray clouds bared their fangs.

The lower East side of town swayed in the wind. Birds fluttered in dry leaves.

Leaning against a wedge of abandoned storefronts, I listened to the soothing flap flap flap of a screen door.

The sign on the door said

"HILLSDALE GREEN PARTY".

Curiouser and curiouser. I yanked on the door. There was a blinding noise. So I closed my eyes and covered my ears. The noise went and went and went.

Then I recognized the noise and opened my eyes in pure astonishment.

There was a cheerful wooden sign that read "the annex". The smell of coffee and WiFi satured the athmosphere. Sofas and end tables were wreathed in holiday lights.

I saw a board on the back wall painted with 1 giant pastel dot.

"I see", I said politely.

"Welcolme to the annex", said a man with a head of blonde ringlets, "Hillsdale's only organic coffeehouse, bookstore and yoga center".

The mutal silence was filled with track 4 from Vince Guiraldi's Grace Cathedral concert.

"The Green Party sign is part of a screening process", he said crisply. "This is still a....covert operation"..

The industrial strenght coffee grinder whirred. This is a story about how people carry an erector set model of their neighborhood around with them, and set it up wherever they can.

land is like water,

though.

For example:
I want to start a project to build New Orleans a couple of miles North--along
Jefferson ave.

Chris claims that if he can't find any gettoes in Japan he is going to start one.

Nish's project for Assignment 4 is to make Hillsdale into the Far South Side of Detroit.

what I'm listening to

From Lauryn Hill's stunning translation of the book of Joshua:

god. decanting out my soul to me from hour to hour, drawing out
my nature with his hands:
yearning, I am thirsty for his power/
burning to be worthy of this land: which is like
water, water.

bright yellow hat

"Now list", I started.

The classroom door opened and boy wearing a bright yellow mediterranean hat sauntered in. I waited for him to sit down.

"list the specific steps you plan to take to keep from getting assassinated for something you wrote in college", I finished.

The brim of the hat turned up, which revealed familiar sparkling yes.

"Johna--" I almost shouted out, then bit my lip professionally. "Now list..."

the towels are in the dryer

when can feel yourself dying inside you think: I wish I wish I could just wake up one day and have it be gone. That woudl be amazing.

But when that finally happens, it is not amazing. It is not anything.

You were a lost sheep that wandered away from life. But life isn't mad about that. It has seen this kind of thing before. It came searching for you.

Then you reached back and snap, nothing. You are just normal boring alive and the towels are in the dryer.

today is the day that I woke up and everything was finally

normal.

current location

Right now, I am the only human being in the Writing Center.

If she knew, this fact would make Sharon extremely nervous.

permanent moose

This morning I took off the humiliating shower cap to rinse the color developing creme off my hair, and was spontaneously teleported to Walgreens.

HEelp, I said sleepily, do you have anything to rinse the burgundy out of my hair?

And the girls at Walgreens burst into laughter, and sent me off with a 99 cent burgundy colored eyebrow pencil.

Sharon gave me a blank look

and shook her head and clanged around for some ale glasses.

Your kitchen is a satellite of State Hall, I chirped.

Listen to me, Sharon said steadily. There comes a point with people, when their language breakes down.

Wha--

You know, with certain people.

And when that happens, they reach this horizon of irrationality where

Where?

Where they are not talking to you anymore. Their language is directed to you, but they are talking to something inside themselves, not you. You are not even a character in the story.

What?

Remember that, said Sharon. I'm glad we're teaching the Malcolm X books together. I see all the paperbacks on the shelves at Marwil's and it feels

so

satisfying.

last night

(I dreamed about this: the taste of hot coffee, honey, sugar and cardboard.

And then I woke up and it was a dream, and I was starving and impatient and looking for something to wear to school.

ohhhhh

Margaret is at her desk. Look out.

and in walks Cheryl

fifteen minutes later, looking flushed.

So, she said softly, will this book be as...stimulating as Fanny Hill? That was the last book of yours I dared to read.

I blushed.

And just so you know, she whispered. I finally ordered my own copy on Amazon.com.

the lee translation

While listening to me, Sharon and Lawanda, Cheryl got on the library computer:

The Autobiography of Malcolm X With The Assistance of Alex Haley? Is that the book you all are talking about?

Um, said Sharon.

I think, I said.

I think that that version was translated into Chinese and then translated back, said Sharon helpfully.
.

Current affirmations: I will quietly shut my mouth and write this

god damn syllabus.

"Ooooooh no,

she thinks she is going to tell *me*"....etcetera etcetera etcetera....is precisely the kind of reaction that is to be avoided at all costs here.

mmm, on second thought, however

you kind of have to admire someone who actually comes out and SAYs, look, I like and appreciate you. Andso, what I want is to have a friendly relationship with you where I am completely in charge of every interaction until forever o'clock or further notice.

ok, on one hand

you can be friends with someone and then not be friends with them. But what you are not supposed to do is be friends with someone and then revert to a heirarchical relationship.

so let's have a look at this here

letter.

So Sharon was checking my departmental mail

and she was like, there are two things that looked important so I took the liberty of--of opening them because I knew you wouldn't.

Cool!

1 of them is from Dr. Naughton welcolming you to the graduate course in I/O engineering.

Yay! I said happily.

Dress conservatively. said Sharon.

And the second one, well, it's a very boring letter from Name deleted.

What's it about?

Oh... nothing. It is really boring. I should just trash it for you.

But what boring things does it SAY?

Look, Sharon intimated, I know that you are REALLY offended by inconsistent behavior. So the best thing for your relationship with Name deleted is not to read this one, because if you did, the best thing for you to do would be to not react to it, which you won't. But I know you are probably going to start asking for more details. So I have to hang up the phone now.

I dialed Neal.

mmmHello? said Neal.

Hi! I said politely, what it is?

HI-I-I-Laryy, said Neal, is this one of those late night Name deleted-related phone calls?

Um, no, I said.

The reason being is I've noticed that I've been getting those calls less and less, and gosh darn it, I'm going to miss them when they stop completely.

Reading Assignments

Reading Assignments

There are no reading assignments in English 1020 (see below).

The departmentally reader and writing handbook (The World is a Text/ The Scott Forsman Writer) provide an invaluable resource for you as you create your own handbook and anthology (see below). Every day in class, we articulate connections between a chapter of The Autobiography of Malcolm X and students’ individual projects; prepare to be internally oppressed by your own boredom if you chose not to read.

pain of separation

I feel naked without my nose jewelry. And not the good kind of naked.

a sad story

My nose diamond disappeared while I was applying eczema cream.

fantasy theme analysis

Sharon, Sarah, Lawanda and me are the PowerPuff girls.

the search terms for Sharon's blog are

Hello Kitty+Malcolm X+guide to peer tutoring

Sarah and me (#4)

What if it had been her? I think about that. It could have happened. Same tall,same young, same pretty, same social problems.

I think that Sarah would have speed dialed campus security.

Sarah and me (#3)

I tried to teach Sarah the short bus rap, a rhyme I made up about students with disabilities who stick together.

Shhh, she said. People might hear you.

Sarah and me (#2)

On March 10 in the Department Sarah came over to me and sat down and said "See? Now you are among friends!".

She was petting the back of my desk chair.

Saaaaaraaaaaah? I said shyly. What are you doing?

You see, Sarah explained. I know that you do no like to be touched so I am hugging your chair instead.

Sarah and me (#1)

Last year I said miserably to the queen of the tres tres popular TAs, aw, why are you always picking on Sarah and me? It is not fair.

It is fair, she contradicted me pertly. (name deleted) and me get to be popular. You and Sarah get to be pretty.

trouble

Wow. said Sharon. That girl looked really hot, right? Wow. said Sharon. It sure looked (to me) like you were going to hook up with her. Wow. (Names of boys in our department deleted) are totally into her.

current affirmations.

Boys are not like girls.

Boys will be friends with you if you sleep with a girl they like.

Boys are not like that. (QED).

first day of class

theme: anime character

point of fashion: rainbow wristwatch

accessories
black laceup boots with
charcoal kneesocks
blue anime skirt (caution: attracts trouble)
wine colored hoody
rainbow necklace

night before class ritual: burying pyjamas in backyard.

current weight: 114, approx. (no longer constitutes Serious Emergency).

eyebrows: 2 (attentively groomed)

patches of eczema: 7 (Serious Emergency!!!!)

overall condition of skin: honking (extremely bad)

tan level: zero

tan lines: none

what I learned on my summer vacation

The thing about intelligent choices is that they feel cold to the touch, like a park bench not a person, like an ox shaped drum that is not going to be stricken by a mallett wrapped in cotton any time soon. (from a May post on this blog)

However,

The stupid choices ALSO feel cold to the touch, like a park bench not a person, like an ox shaped drum that is not going to be stricken by a mallett wrapped in cotton any time soon. That's why those choices are called dumb.

My intelligent squiggly line has been returned to the friend pile.

My blog will also serve as a guide to peer tutoring,

said Sharon. Wait a second. I can't have that blog. I might get assassinated.

MY blog is going to be the first popular

Malcolm X blog, Sharon said. This is what I think about Malcolm X on September 7. This is what I think about Malcolm X on September 8. This is what I think about Malcolm X after the QE. Very, very popular blog. Yes, I am single. No, I do not have any peircings.

but Sharon is not listening.

she is going around the kitchen like, whose the girl? I'm the girl! Whose the girl? I'm the girl. Go, go, go, go. Go girl. Go girl. This is Sharon calling you live from the nonautistic world.

the google search that retreived this blog

was "blogger" and "me".

Yeah! Said Sharon when she whacked it, the nonautistic people go,

go nts, go nts, go nts.

Um Sharon, they can't go like that, I said, or they are going to get beat up.

connotation/denotation

My downstairs neighbors have bewildered me:

Can anybody tell me why it is considered "ghetto" to have French provencal furniature?

suddenly

this interdisciplinary coursework form is looking tres exciting.

I mean, the field of technical communication

is all about creating documents that can keep people and things from spontaneously exploding.

extreme fieldwork

The Plan:
to do my departmentally required interdisciplinary coursework in the field of Hazardous Waste Management.

The Challenge:
A conversation with Myrtle where I convince her to sign a form saying I can do interdisciplinary coursework in the field of Hazardous Waste Management.

The Reward:
Casually telling a prospective hiring committee that I did my interdisciplinary work in the field of Hazardous Waste Management.

a neo-Aristotelian refrigerator

If I ever wanted to explain phronesis to numerous people, not that I'd ever presume to do that as long as fjr is around, but anyway, if she were not around, or I were not around, or both (which accurately describes how things are), this is what my explanation of phronesis would be:

Whoa: Have you ever thought about how, like,

the scenario of you eating out of your refrigerator is a boring everyday event

but the scenario of someone else eating out of your refrigerator is dramatically hazardous and life threatening?

In conclusion, (formulaic ending. there is no summary, only zul).

Hello, School Year

(how the day ended)

I am giving you and Sharon one invitation to Jasmine's Hello Kitty birthday party, lawanda us in the elevator, because I know you two are a couple.

The elevator door opened on nine. Robert waved loudly. We were laughing.

You know I never agreed to that, I mock whispered conspiritorialiy. The elevator door started to close.

Baby I want to ditch her and get with yooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu---

I hollered campily, and Sharon's hair looked good, and the elevator descended.

Sometimes you hear yourself tell someone about the parameters of how you feel, and come to the immediate realization that you no longer beleive your own bullshit.

Make it stop, I whispered to Sosnoski.

He looked at his watch.

It's going to stop on its own in 2 hours in 15 minutes, he said.

Dead silence.

14 minutes. He said.

law of elevators

In the Maccabees bldg., you never step into and out of an elevator as the same person.

departmental approval

Strange things happen when I press the down arrow from floor 10 to 9, so when alone and skipping out, I always take the stairs.

But when I tried to cut out of faculty orientation Name Deleted was sitting on the stairwell, starring Himself.

Hey, he said softly.

Hi! I said. .

Just so you know, he said. I admire your critique of the digital literacy policy, AND your outfit, AND your nametag.

Sometimes, he sighed, people high up on the heirarchy will have to sympathize with you in secret. But know that the spirit is there.

He made a peace sign. I made one back. Once again, a thing of immense importance had happened between floors.

It represents the pain of separation from a lost beginning.

"We're counting the nametags at the begginning of the day", Name deleted me on the phone, "so you make sure you show up".

I looked abysmally at the row of truant faculty nametags on the table and the Kwame billboard out the window and Name deleted's locked office door. In spirit, I was with them.

Current affirmations: I have successfully tampered with my nametag at TA orientation.

faculty orientation: the musical

Make It Stop.

mythical geography

Setting: Due e. on Warren ave. .

Hilary, Chris and Johnathan are doing it way big with a tray of ends (here, "it" is defined as nothing in particular).

Wow, said Johnathan, I accept this sticky end as my personal savior.

A shadow passed over Chris' face. Scotten, he said. Do you think do you think we should--

(no one ever wants to say it)

you know

(it's stupid but)

Yeah? said Hilary.

Okay, whispered johnathan satirically, here's the plan. If someone comes up and tries to mug us, you both go run and put your hands on that post at Wyoming Ave and cry out, "I'm touching Dearborn! You can't get me".

attendance

Attendance
Students are expected to attend every session of English 1020 unless a Serious Emergency happens. A Serious Emergency is defined as a problem that creates a written record such as a towing estimate, death certificate or hospital bill.

However, there is an appropriate time and place for skipping courses in college. Specifically, the appropriate time for skipping this section of English 1020 is: on the last Friday of every month (i.e., Standardization Awareness Day).

Note: Standardization Awareness Day is a critical thinking assignment, not a free day. Be prepared to discuss the impact on standardization on the cultural tradition of skipping class.

human kindness

Ewwwww, it's sticking to my clothes. Get it OFF! Get it! Get it!

It's like,

I just got drive-by Francied.

damn it.

time to write my

goddamn syllabus.

Well, said Sharon, I was thinking the same thing.

And what does that mean? I asked combatively.

It means that I am agreeing with you and disagreeing with Neal,

she calmly spelled out,

only: take it very very slow.

For Chrisssake,

I said in solemn happiness, how can you be so blase?

"So where are you?"

Sharon replied sensibly, "Do you want to come over for some unprofessional coffee, bread and soup?"

current status

current height: 1.5 feet (with added thickness of pillow over head)
current lenght: 6 feet (arms extended over mattress)
current weight: 115 lbs (with added weight of snappy quilt)
current mood: sheer bewilderment

three rules for TAs

1. Don't feign annoyance at student behaviors that you secretly enjoy.
2. On the bright side, your graduate professors are not fundamentally smarter or more knowledgeable than you are.
3. On the downside, you are not fundamentally smarter or more knowledgable than your students.

four rules

1. You always have the same number of problems.
1. If it hadn't been for that, it would have been something else.
2. It's not that exceptional. Every living breathing situation is more complex than the law.
3. No matter what happens, you can always have some cereal.

sirens, rotten lanyards and unbeeswaxed ears

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Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 17:39:54 EDT
Subject: sirens, rotten lanyards and unbeewaxed ears
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so. your concerns are noted, and i just shake my head and cluck. whiles like
a puffed and reckless libertine Jim the primrose path of dalliance treads. i
have also had to deal with a couple of teary eyed does after they had been up
to Dobski's. the day erased, the lesson done ready for the free flight into
the wordless and in come some of the victims of the road looking for Virgil.
i winced when i listened to the long litany of sad gropings and flaccid (some
turgid i hear) cooings. he must be a very lonely, unhappy man right now. is
it uxorial stress? his mom on and off of her death bed? i hope this hasn't
been going on for years. i wish i didn't get wind of it at all because it's
diminished the appeal of the meeting with the group. all i can do is listen
but keep my eyes on the road, and my hands on the wheel. unfortunately, that
course of action seems to have little effect because apparently if i don't go
to the party, the party comes to me. sad. i enjoyed teaching my class. loads
of dialectic going on. the last thing i wanted to do was drink and
commiserate, so i went for a long paddle. i was kissing the sublime until i
got back. amy was sleeping on the lawn with a blanket from my bed and donnell
was in the garage sifting through my books, and i guess Jim and others had
been by drinking half of my beers. where did it all go so wrong? i miss Chris.

ton,
tom

Amy

Amy: the ineluctable modality of friendship. Tom and me in a hortus deliciarum of adolescent indignation. The mess always seems like a blind alley, a disappearing horizon where all the laws and rules are inapplicable.

Maybe I still have the email in my old account.

spelling it out

Your Portfolio

Students will not receive grades on individual assignments. Rather, you will put everything you write into your portfolio for evaluation at the end of the semester.

Definition of portfolio
A portfolio is a hard binder with the metal rings that you spent the fifth grade snapping open and shut. Portfolios are the pachyderm of writing technology: you can throw them over the Lodge overpass and your written work will be preserved. Alternate names for portfolio include binder, trapper, and trapper keeper.

Not so fast
This course is designed to force you to engage in the process of writing. Here, process means that you have to do multiple drafts of each assignment and highlight your revisions from draft to draft. Specifically, you are asked to create and receive feedback on four (4) drafts before you put each assignment in your portfolio.
1. a draft for self-evaluation.
2. a draft for peer evaluation.
3. a draft for my feedback.
4. a draft for evaluation by a member of the community you’re writing for or about.
We’ll discuss specific protocol (i.e., steps for doing and documenting it) for the draft evaluations in further detail in class on Wednesday, September 13.

Structuring your portfolio
Place the assignments in your portfolio in numerical sequence (i.e., Assignment 1, Assignment 2, Assignment 3, Assignment 4….). Every assignment should have its own section and be separated from other assignments by a divider. Dividers have tab labels for handy reference.

Each section should be structured as followed:
1.draft 1 3. draft 2 5. Draft 3 7. Draft 4
2.self evaluation form 4. peer evaluation 6. My feedback 8. community eval.
9. “final” draft (quote marks emphasize the problematic myth of “final” drafts).

Porfolios without binders
Will be eaten.

whoa, has anyone seen

that subtly evocative "Kwame X" billboard?

I wonder if Kwame would be willing to discuss that with my English 1020 students.

(realistic first day of class fantasy)

Hilary (pleasantly): ok, raise your hand if you have seen the billboard where...

student a: is this for Assignment 1?

hilary's experimental new grading policy

Note: "Experimental" is academic for: based on what actually happens.

meeting notes

I'm willing to give this book a try, said Sharon doubtfully. And I see how it can foster a sense of political consciousness, but how helfpul is it for teaching your students how to write a literature review.

Extremely. It's extremely helpful.

And how is that?

Well, you start from the premise that a literare review is kind of story about the origin of an academic project.

Sure.

And if there's anything that the discipline of Composition wants to get across, it's that you don't merely discover the history of your topic through library research: Rather, in the literature review, you construct or peice together a story about the history of the topic that fits in with the overarching purpose of your project.

Obviously.

Yeah! So the literature review discussion goes:

Jacub's history--myths of origin as a genre--the literature review as a myth of origin.

No, Sharon sighed, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't.

Negative Outlook Day

I have discovered a cure for PMS at Whole Foods Market. The cure is distributed evenly among the variety of delicious free samples.

Negative Outlook Day

One time Roxanne warned Ayeda that I am marked for my lack of strong negative emotions.

This is a misperception. I do experience the following emotions on a consistent basis: hatred, sadness, lonelieness, crying, desire to inflict harm. Specifically, I experience them every month the day before my period starts.

Lots of girls like to dismiss this need to club people and eat their bones as transient and illusory because it lasts for 24 hours. However, I think PMS serves a specific psychosocial function in calling your attention to problems that are normally smoothed over by a fairly bucolic outlook on life.

Deep down, I probably DO hate crowded video stores, the institutionalized traffic bottleneck known as the Detroit-Windsor borderand my vaccuum. Neal can be a Big Giant Poophead. And I am not prepared to like Current Crush as much as I do, which can lead to pulling him toward me with my right hand and pushing him away with my left, and temporarily replacing him with a gooey doughnut.

Normally I don't think about all these things because it is time to put a coat of primer on the kitchen wall.

Today I cried for a second because my coffee filters keep swimming in the filter holder, and then the coffee does not percolate. Or, more accurately, percolates backward.

Then I bought a shining new coffee pot. Now the filters are swimming peacefully in 2 out of 4 rooms.

Hilly needs to search the whole planet

"for that one special person who completes her life", said my mom pleasantly. "But wouldn't it be convenient if they lived 2 doors down and they were going to be a doctor?"

speaking of South America

My mom ran into Alexander James Tarnas on our front patio, where he just happened to be eating an organic pbj sandwitch.

AJ and I have seen each other in the naked wild and totally unprofessional state of being seven years old. We used to build treehouses together.

"Do I need to take something to kill it?" Hilary asked anxiously.

"Well now" Dr. Diez said charmingly, "it looks like it's already dead".

"Oh these?"

said Dr. Diez, palming his microscope "these are nothing".

current status

I am teeming with life.

In subsaharan Africa, they add Mebendazole to soft drinks.

It's surprisingly hard to get at CVS.

Eeeeeeeeeew

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Oh I'm almost over it,

no wait,

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