I have posted more demented pictures for you, since I've been reading papers and writing questions for a lit text book all day. My brain isn't that mushy, but I just don't feel like busting the plastic on the keyboard no more.

I'm thinking of giving up words altogether over the break; that and painting my fingernails black and always wearing my fingerless gloves and and stocking cap; that and staying awake all night and sleeping all day; that and going to a soup kitchen on Christmas Eve, originally out of a weird sense to want to experience a homeless Christmas, but then when I felt guilty about that going there to serve soup to the really unfortunate; that and making some weird little movie to replace the void since I just finished after 2.3 years the Spiral Jetty movie; that and I'm going to burn a copy of housemate Jeff's Combustible Edison that is playing as I type to which I seriously rock on the extra-planetary moves; that and I'm going to stop being silly.

Ok, not that last one.

Oh lord, what have I wrought over these three years? What over seven? What about when it all wasn't cool at all and all unknown and mostly driven by scrapples of textual essence? (no link provided)

Nearly finished: lot's of grading and then some writing to do, and then I am in for a long winter's nap. Ma ain't got no kerchief and I ain't got no cap, but we'll muddle through for our long winter's nap.