What does it mean for the city to be a character in a narrative? I've often wondered about that phrase. Off the top of my head, I can't think of a single novel where the city feels like a character. I'm not really that well-read though. It does seem to be a thing with certain … Continue reading I never thought about love when I thought about home
Ha, what is the point of a secret blog if one never writes in the secret blog? In the olden days of online diaries and livejournals, I did have readers. Just a few, but enough. Turns out, having readers, even if just your roommates and three random people on the internet, makes a difference. Today … Continue reading Eleanor Marx
It's Women's Day! I'm in the library and wearing red socks. I may make a brief appearance at the rally later in the day, but it's counter-revolutionary for me to delay finishing this dissertation any longer than I already have. This morning I finished Kate Zambreno's Heroines. I probably would not have a read it, … Continue reading Tough Girls Part I
Since January 20th, the flood and fury of information regarding the new team in DC has been overwhelming. I was still out of the country for the first few weeks and unable to take to the streets, although the fact that the protests made the mainstream media in Japan was heartening, even as I continued … Continue reading What I’m Reading Right Now
Still finding myself utterly stymied about how or why to write a post-Y2K-style blog in what will soon officially the Trump era, yet still feeling compelled to do so. I've overthought lots and lots of potential post ideas, all vetoed for one reason or another. But as Antonio Machado said, se hace camino al andar. … Continue reading
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