Friend MF, who has been living and working in China for a few years now, recently sent a query to Xy via e-mail: I’m working at a teachers’ college now, and a lot of my students are doctoral students in education. Could you write a little something about your life as a teacher, about issues […]Read More → Xy on Teaching
I took a bike ride. The I-10 was just about empty. At Xavier they were putting some newspaper dispensers on the back of a truck. Homan came by with some hurricane mix. We made a few drinks and, with Xy, took a walk to the Bayou St. John to see what we could see before […]Read More → Hurricane Mix
Fifteen years ago today, I was arrested on the campus of Indiana University for not wearing clothes. Even after all this time, I can’t think of anything more to say about the incident. I already said it all, in an article I wrote eight years or so ago for bc magazine, under the tutelage of […]Read More → Fifteen Year Streak
Last night Xy and I rode our bikes uptown for the Midsummer Mardi Gras celebration. This takes place every year in late August. I guess that qualifies as “the middle of summer,” never mind the fact that midsummer is technically the first day of summer, which falls in late June. It’s confusing enough even if […]Read More → O.A.K., Burning
A couple of weeks ago, PJ mentioned he’d recently tutored a mutual acquaintance of ours on some of the finer points of Web authoring. “Yeah,” I said, “I’ve tutored him many times.” “But I bet you’ve never gotten paid!” And PJ pulled out his wallet. Sure enough, he had a personal check for $120. Then […]Read More → Sucker?
It’s Rachel taking a smoke break in front of her house in Baltimore. Xy is wearing a scarf Rachel knitted for her. But who took the picture? I don’t think Rachel’s arm can reach that far. Maybe it was Benn. Maybe it was me. I don’t remember.Read More → Xy & Rachel Give Thanx