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Fifteenth Week of the Semester

Fri, 03 May 2013 19:03:21 -0500

officehoursareover:

Last final exam given & graded. Wheeeeee!

theparisreview: Today’s Tom Gauld cartoon.

Wed, 01 May 2013 19:46:45 -0500

theparisreview:

Today’s Tom Gauld cartoon.

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Wed, 01 May 2013 19:43:09 -0500

WHEN STUDENTS SHOW UP AT YOUR OFFICE AND YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF WORKING OUT AN ESSENTIAL THOUGHT:

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 23:23:52 -0500

wheninacademia:

All. Day. Every. Day.

Pablo Picasso to Gertrude Stein, 1919.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:24:42 -0500

Pablo Picasso to Gertrude Stein, 1919.

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Fri, 12 Apr 2013 11:32:25 -0500

Powell's Books: “I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 23:46:14 -0500

Powell's Books: “I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have...:

powells:

“I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We…

one-ride-coupon: we found our true elders by Intrepidation on...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 12:58:48 -0500

one-ride-coupon:

we found our true elders by Intrepidation on Flickr.

"Baise m’encor, rebaise-moi et baise : Donne m’en un de tes plus savoureux, Donne..."

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 09:57:25 -0500

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Baise m’encor, rebaise-moi et baise :

Donne m’en un de tes plus savoureux,

Donne m’en un de tes plus amoureux :

Je t’en rendrai quatre plus chauds que braise.

Las, te plains-tu ? ça que ce mal j’apaise,

En t’en donnant dix autres doucereux.

Ainsi mêlant nos baisers tant heureux

Jouissons-nous l’un de l’autre à notre aise.

Lors double vie à chacun en suivra.

Chacun en soi et son ami vivra.

Permets m’Amour penser quelque folie :

Toujours suis mal, vivant discrètement,

Et ne me puis donner contentement,

Si hors de moi ne fais quelque saillie.

”

- Louise Labé, Sonnet XVIII

"Kiss me again, rekiss me, and then kiss me again, with your richest, most succulent kiss; then adore..."

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 19:13:00 -0500

“

Kiss me again, rekiss me, and then kiss
me again, with your richest, most succulent
kiss; then adore me with another kiss, meant
to steam out fourfold the very hottest hiss

from my love-hot coals. Do I hear you moaning? This
is my plan to soothe you: ten more kisses, sent
just for your pleasure. Then, both sweetly bent
on love, we’ll enter joy through doubleness,

and we’ll each have two loving lives to tend:
one in our single self, one in our friend.
I’ll tell you something honest now, my Love:

it’s very bad for me to live apart.
There’s no way I can have a happy heart
without some place outside myself to move.

”

- Louise Labé, Sonnet XVIII

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Thu, 28 Mar 2013 21:05:33 -0500

fuckyeahnaturekids: Into The Wild Need to re-read/re-watch...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:56:18 -0500

fuckyeahnaturekids:

Into The Wild

Need to re-read/re-watch this.

millionsmillions: Ever closed Pnin and wondered what it would...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 16:10:15 -0500

millionsmillions:

Ever closed Pnin and wondered what it would be like to have Nabokov as a professor? Read on. (A lot of movie screenings, apparently.)

wanderthewood: Marquam park, Portland, Oregon by Saria Dy I...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 11:12:41 -0500

wanderthewood:

Marquam park, Portland, Oregon by Saria Dy

I love this bench.

"O nightingale that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with..."

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 19:28:28 -0500

“O nightingale that on yon blooming spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill,
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill,
Portend success in love. O if Jove’s will
Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh;
As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet had’st no reason why.
Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.”

- John Milton, “To the Nightingale”

powells: those-lonely-nights: My very favorite. Faulkner...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 08:41:39 -0500

powells:

those-lonely-nights:

My very favorite.

Faulkner shelf talker!

My boyfriend, Bill.

poetrysince1912: —Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Spring”

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 08:41:17 -0500

poetrysince1912:

—Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Spring”

poetrysince1912: —Billy Collins, Poetry, June 1996Today’s the...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 08:36:28 -0500

poetrysince1912:

—Billy Collins, Poetry, June 1996

Today’s the birthday of former Poet Laureate Billy Collins. Hear him read the poem.

Happy birthday, Billy Collins. I’m currently buzzing around on some drip coffee, myself.

Rob Delaney: Somebody asked me to make this Q/A rebloggable. So I did. ———————— Q:...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 08:35:11 -0500

Rob Delaney: Somebody asked me to make this Q/A rebloggable. So I did. ———————— Q:...:

robdelaney:

Somebody asked me to make this Q/A rebloggable. So I did.

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Q: When you say you want to have sex with fat ladies it’s funny because that’s weird and gross, right?

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No, I say it because I’m 6’3” and weigh 225 lbs. so I’m generally most attracted to…

theparisreview: Typescripts eight and nine of “Time Passes”...

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 08:42:45 -0500

theparisreview:

Typescripts eight and nine of “Time Passes” section from Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse. (via violentwavesofemotion)

Beautiful.