In sending something, you don’t just send it to the other person—you also send it away from yourself. This is especially true of handwritten correspondence through the mail. Unless you take a picture of it beforehand (do you guys do … Continue reading →

First, I’ll tell you about the thing I did not do: I did not send a letter to my grandmother’s English cousin Beryl, who lives in Birmingham, the last, to my knowledge, of the English family that the American side … Continue reading →

While the first year Comp. PhDs [5 total] were at C’s, we stayed with some friends of mine, a couple–Matt & Amy. Amy is a nurse, kind, yet outspoken. Matt is a high school English teacher, appreciates good beer, and … Continue reading →

A final project I embarked upon last semester titled “Spectacles of the Studious Dead: A Gestural Abecedary” continues to haunt me. In letter V of my alphabetical arrangement of postmortem imagery, I delved into “Visuality” via close readings of Stan … Continue reading →

I have underlined in the Nelson essay, on page 144, “Thus it may help integrate, for human understanding, bodies of material so diversely connected that they could not be untangled by the unaided mind.” and then I wrote next to … Continue reading →

Cornelia Vismann, Files ∆ This nonerasable file […] remains the final threat for the functionaries of the Stasi apparatus. Their last and only hope is that their files may be canceled on Judgment Day, when our sins are erased (exaleiphein) … Continue reading →

So I sort of went about this backwards. The latest single from tUnE-yArDs was released today, and I played it for my roommate (and suddenly no one is surprised that I made the Pitchfork Bot). Because neither of us could … Continue reading →

In the spirit of Pi day, I thought I’d share how I managed to memorize 100 digits of Pi five years ago. I no longer remember it — but I know this is the way in which I memorized it. … Continue reading →

In the fall, I started taking pictures of back alleys, lanes, in-between city spaces. There are no postcards of these places, but we spend so much time in them and moving through them in our day-to-day. I think I was … Continue reading →

I have had jobs in which I had to do a lot of filing, but eventually it began to drive me crazy.  There seemed to be no end to it: stacks of paper that seem to grow larger, no matter … Continue reading →