tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56259772012-01-18T10:41:45.034-06:00Sean Serrell is conducting pale ontological research.smcshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593975735121048150noreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625977.post-39442219348583548062009-04-07T10:17:00.006-05:002009-04-07T10:49:41.106-05:00

In my online wanderings (touching on Hyman Minsky, JJ Audubon, and the Santa Fe Institute), I happened upon this "Map of Knowledge", which is both conceptually and visually appealing, and raises some interesting questions. For example, does the hub-and-spoke form at work here suggest that the Humanities are either more central to or more insulated from "Knowledge"? (I think a case could be made

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Taking a week off to finally dust off some old poems (liking most of what I'd written, though it's not really how I'd write anymore, and am a bit surprised to find some poems feel unfinished -- e.g., "R" feels like it gets into third gear and then hits a tree) and to revive the project that seemed to best fit where I wanted to go with my work before it, too, hit a tree. Someone recently said to

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I came across an article on Snarge in the WSJ last week, and have come to realize that it's hard to find a better emblem for my aesthetic. If you're unfamiliar with the term, its what Carla Dove and her team at the Smithsonian Feather Identification Lab call the sticky, smelly globs of animal carcasses they receive in the mail every day from military installations all over the world, where

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1. Actually post, or at least lurk. I've been feeling woefully disconnected from poetry lately (read: the last 3 years). Also, I should update links and change formats and stuff. Spruce up the place.2. Learn Shorthand. I print in all caps, and thus whatever notes I take are ugly and usually incomplete because I write about 20 words per minute. But I'm not really sure if efficiency's the

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Lots of news, but the only thing directly related to poetry to report is that we live around the corner from Sylvia Plath's birthplace (24 Prince Street, Jamaica Plain, MA). It is weird to jog around our neighborhood and think that she learned to walk and talk here.

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So I am sitting in Boston, my new home. I'm actually sitting in a corporate suite, which seemed a little tiny until Becky left this morning to wrap up our lives in Montgomery; now it seems pretty big and empty. I will fly back down to the Gump in July, and then Becky and I will officially move to our new hard-won apartment on the bottom floor of a house in Jamaica Plain, MA (the landlord was

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I passed.

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This will be a quicky, for I must read eight or nine books and plan at least a week or two of classes before Tuesday. Because...I was just this past week hired on at a very spiffy private school here in Mumpgummy to teach a half-load next semester! The class I will be teaching is very cool, too--the course title is Contemporary Discourse, and I was delighted to find nytimes.com (my browser's

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Been a bit stuffy lately, but now fixing to be very wet (yet still hot) with Dennis discharge. That sounded less disturbing in my head.Several news items:1. In late April, Becky and I flew out to Sacramento to pick up a car that my amazing Godmother very kindly gave us before she returned to Nicaragua. We stayed in SF one night (at the Mosser, in the most citified part of the city, which

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Didn't realize Wyatt was out there! Good to bump into you again, man!

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I am happy to announce that, as of this afternoon, the Sidney Lanier Lady Poets are the official 2005 division 6A girls' basketball state champions. Hells yeah.

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I've said it before, but not about b-ball: Lady Poets kick ass!

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My unemployment having run out, and still being jobless--hey, look, the unemployment rate just went down!--I am now cobbling together paychecks from temp work and some freelance work for the Lab of O that I'm lucky to be picking back up. The temp assignments I've done so far have involved strict receptionism, which means that for four days, I was basically paid to read Pale Fire and two thirds

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This one is an instant classic.

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So on December 1st I break my right hand (Becky says she got a broken hubby for her birthday, which was on the 2nd), and then yesterday am rear-ended in my little soob by an enormous Dodge Ram 1500 with red, white, and blue ribbons all over the grille and a vanity plate which reads "VALOR." I was turning left, so the lady (who lives on Ramos Court, just to underscore the 'rammed by a Ram' irony)

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The Bankhead Visiting Writers series at UA was one of the brightest spots of my life there, and even though I'm at least a 2-hour drive from Tuscaloosa, I'm still psyched. I believe Cal Bedient's visit on 2/17/05 and Harryette Mullen's visit on 3/18/05 will definitely be worth the mileage. Unfortunately, Bedient's reading falls on a Thursday night, so it might not work out. But Mullen reads on

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...of Alabama. Montgomery, to be precise. Becky starts her job as a microbiologist for the state on the 15th, so we're renting a truck this weekend. This narrows my job search considerably. I'll soon be tugging on the sleeves of the local paper and the Public TV studio to see if they could use me. With any luck, I'll be a police reporter or copyeditor or something by the end of the month.

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This editorial is also in "They said, I checked" format. Critics doubt Kerry's tax pledge (10/12/04) By Donald Lambro THE WASHINGTON TIMES John Kerry promised in the second presidential debate not to raise taxes on people making less than $200,000 a year, but critics of his revenue-raising plan said yesterday that it would hit people who earn less and further complicate the income tax code.

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I was curious as to what happened in 1994 (if it could be reduced to a single thing) that might have had such a dramatic effect on crime rates, and hearing Sean Hannity chanting "Republicans gain control of the House" in the dark recesses of my skull, I happened upon this, which shut him (or at least his homonculus) up pretty quickly. Apparently, 1994 was the year that huge crime bill passed--the

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I've been meaning to start exercising my own fact-checking muscles, rather than just relying on FactCheck.org, Spinsanity.com, and the folks at the CJR campaign desk (See newly-added campaign staples links to your right). So I turned to today's editorial in the Mobile Register, titled "Bush administration has cut violent crime." Here are the excerpts that I felt called for a response: According

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Taking Michael Novak and especially Robert Novak into account, I began to worry that all might not be right with Kim Novak, but was reassured to discover that she raises llamas out West with her veterinarian husband. (Her 37-23-37 figure, however, smacks of a dark bargain.)

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Hope the Deadly Danes (adrenalized by their participation in our Iraqi tag team) don't crush the Norweigians for this. Well, I guess violence is less their thing than trafficking in women and children for the (mostly legal) prostitution biz. Oh, and speaking of our illustrious coalition members, check out this little rundown of our bedfellows' human rights records. I'm sure things haven't

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I am a hybrid of: Progressive Girl Indie Girl Click on the pictures below to read more:Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

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In between job apps I've been running some faux mutual funds, like Lotta Watta, Tiny Bitta Teetee (LOWPP), which has done pretty well for being less than a month old and despite rising oil prices. And to help pay the bills while I'm unemployed, I'm selling my entire baseball card collection on eBay. Check it out, and maybe one day, you can say your baseball cards were once owned by the

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Okay, an update after long silence. We moved from Ithaca, New York, to Mobile, Alabama, from August 12th through 16th, and had to change our route because the eye of hurricane Charley was projected to inspect I-81 very closely for 300-400 miles. So we got to see a lot of Ohio instead of Virginia, which I've heard is for lovers. Damn it all! I drove the gigantic diesel Penske truck--the cabin a

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The past few weeks have been a bit insane, but they shall be mild compared to those soon to come. The prospect of a job in Oregon that got me giddy (see occasional mysterious mention in previous posts) did not pan out -- I got the jobby-email equivalent of a signed 'sorry, not these' rejection last Thursday, and have now recovered enough to look ahead (have to -- I start teaching a completely

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So after reading that Daniel sometimes engages in chat sessions with so-called Artificial Intelligences, I decided I'd try it myself. Perhaps I should seek out Daniel's favorite chatbot (Claude), because the persona I conversed with (see below) was a bit dim and abrasive. By the way, if you're wondering who Noah Hall is, scroll down a few entries. (Basically a AAA baseball guy.)

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In the next edition of Here's Joseph Really Annoyed with the Elevator, the projector went on the fritz. Then YaY! I sympathize with those Iraqis inflamed by the bookmaking potentials in how much of an ass I am. What terrific cloud begins at the bottom of the page. Here's another taste, the last to shut the lights--I use far too many. No evidence to tie Charles de Gaulle airport's

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So the phone interview with the ornithological journal generally went well yesterday, though it seems they're more concerned about my ability to comprehend technical articles than I would like--and it's hard to convince someone that you're adept at 'understanding complex material' without sounding cocky. (I suppose this is why we have all those charming aptitude tests, which themselves generate

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may begin to happen tomorrow. Trying not to jinx it. In other news, I hope Josh or Miss Karen Leona or Toshiaki Komura or anyone else I think is spiffy is getting a Saltonstall grant this year, because I was informed today that I am again grantless. I would actually have felt guilty if I got one, considering how not-poety this summer is threatening to make me (in some possibly very wonderful

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Grade. Grade. Grade.

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The Game 1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions. It's a toss up between: 1. "In his last days / my father got overweight, living alone, on / lima beans and schnapps." (Keith Waldrop, from "Lunch," from The Opposite of Letting the Mind Wander) OR 2. "Though he had

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I have other things on my plate this weekend (finally got all my w-2's from all my various employers last week!), but I wanted to first of all apologize to Gary and everyone else whose--to use the words of my earlier disclaimer--lucid and articulate contributions to the discussion I clumsily referred to as the "Mike versus Josh debate" went unacknowledged in my earlier post. I did not mean to

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I would like to weigh in on the Josh versus Mike debate, not that I hold much weight--to use another of Stevens's coinages, I am but a bristling inchling--but after reading the main two entries (and I'm sure having missed a slew of lucid and articulate responses to them) as well as Steve Evans's commentary on fence enterprises, I have been stewing a bit. I agree with Josh that "things the

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After telling my wife in all earnestness that she should "google flarf," she broke down in paroxysms of (wheezy, phlegm-inflected) laughter and asked, "What has this world come to?"

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Well, I am still sick. My wife had to come home sick today, too. Thanks a lot, UConn. I actually do have a weird physical reaction to being in the state of Connecticut, any part of it, just from having such a weird history there. Sort of a seasickness. A Mystic Seaportsickness? Now my ears are spazzing.

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I'm convinced that Bama's win last night helped me break my 102 degree fever. If we beat UConn on Saturday, my recovery will be complete. SO: In the spirit of my earlier comment, let's grind those huskies down with our diatomaceous scrubbing power! Man, if Bama keeps winning, I don't know how many more of these awful cheers I can come up with--but I'm looking forward to that challenge.

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I am psyched for the 'Bama-'Cuse game tonight. Bama played some very intense ball last year, and I missed the Stanford game this year, so I hope I am not disappointed tonight. I love that our team is named after toxic microalgae. Let's dyno-flagellate some orangemen!

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Amateurish in the Best Sense At the diploma mill, a sour consistency permits abandon, also known as 'a kind of blanc fixe or incrustation.' We're in the zone. With your moth pressed into fiber, filler, pigment, screen-- the boom mikes tap the damp gesso just where you think you can't see.

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Excerpts from God's Cover Letter and CV I was the first manager of human beings.I need you to believe this in your heart and to tell somebody else about your decision with your mouth.I will make some major changes and revisions. They are not for you to worry about.Please keep your hands out of the way.Other references available upon request. I like that "with your mouth" bit.

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I did a search for 'animated cat emoticons'--which is all Becky's fault--and the little description for hit number three read like flarf, so I checked it out, and at the top it reads, "This is the animated emoticons romance page: If you are looking for animated emoticons romance you have come to the right place." So apparently there's a baloney-makey program out there that makes sure to insert

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Well, I managed to go all of February without blogging once--though I've kept up as I could with others' blogs. In the interim, my mother's gotten a job with the Cancer Institute of New Jersey (maybe now she will quit smoking?), I've applied for several editorial positions outside the city and have already been turned down for one (in Raleigh), and last weekend, Becky and I visited the study

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radio tracking they've had it too loose to where it got in their mouth it seems like they're getting better about that it'll be so nice to have warm running water cuz he knows me now and he likes me and he's not creepy, just loopy loopy and he's got a wife she does paintings in books he actually thought that sean was an artist I was like no, he's a writer So he was like Oh I see I was showing

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JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING WHAT I MEAN BY "THE AUDUBON PROJECT" The project involves an investigation into both the natural and social histories of John J. Audubon’s Birds of America, a collection of prints issued via subscription in 87 batches of 5 plates each. While each poem in this project will correspond to a plate in the series, I do not consider this to be either an ekphrastic

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The Audubon project is seeming to try to nestle between Amy England and Cole Swensen. I'm warm, too, little chicken!

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The Broken Wire Times, January 14th, 2004 TOP STORIES The Bush administration introduced proposals on Tuesday to demand so much autonomy that it may endanger the nation's unity, take the lead on tax loopholes. The Democratic presidential candidates will decide whether a pumping station that has been pouring a tangle of money, influence and favoritism won praise with each release.

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soon to come My mother is still in town, and I'm running into deadlines on the saltonstall app and a student's recommendation, but there are several things I plan to blog about, including: 1. Hatari! (Mancini scores Kenya) 2. Slayer Slang (flingdumpy scattershottage) 3. Finally reading C.D. Wright's Deepstep Come Shining (eyes peeled) 4. Reading Ed Sander's Investigative Poetry (I opened

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DUH Just realized I never linked to Jonathan Mayhew's or his progeny's blog(enie)s!

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Then again, I like the provisional It provides.

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the great one-dimensional american cock maleBlocked out some time this week to work on my Audubon project -- starting with Plate I, 'Great American Cock Male. VULGO (WILD TURKEY -),' not because I will necessarily do them 'in order,' but because the turkey hen plate is only a few 'pages' away (plate 6), and the two genders being pulled apart here gives me a chance to work on what I want to say

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my favorite student typo this semester In an essay about the origins/causes of violence, one student wrote that our bodies prepare themselves for injury by "reducing clothing time." So we brace for an attack either by getting dressed really quickly, or by remaining naked for longer stretches of time.

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Like if to say "to prevail US here, you left and in this tree tree nisten, however only this. You do not come nicht." and that merlins on the river still, never to that, the total summers did not go.

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Dinner Music The taste of the meat of the pig has the taste of the piston-enormous fear.

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don't sell jordan short That's some tight shit.

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a quicker translaty progression, based on a local birdlist post At Least As Loons At around noon on Wednesday, I saw a flock of @55-60 loons (or at least they looked like loons) circling above the area of the old "octopus" in Ithaca. They circled and flew off, circled again, flew back, and circled, etc. like they lacked some decision-making capacity on where to go. A few strays Loons flew

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this accent is harder to affect Aphorisms (Clamato X Johnson) [ translates into Frenchmen of Google, then back into English, then into German and back ] 1. A color far away red, the bud taste wiping off mean forming weak body. I could do those the openings would condemn. 2. They should the excerpt of the shell, which Shiver in its strong form, hot needles such as guinea pigs to only wish

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remember to use an accent Aphorisms (Clamato X Johnson) [translated into french by Google, then back into english] 1. A colour remotely red making the bud taste wipe my weak body. I could proscribe the dignity of the mouths. 2. You should only wish the extract of clam, the shiver in its concentrated form, hot needles like guinea-pigs. 3. I am a cod of 12 feet of large enormous, the

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disappointed It looks very much like the new Death Cab album is super lame, despite the endearing tangledy crow on the cover. And the one track I've heard from the new Mates of State only has a few neat moments. Still would love to catch them together on tour (coming nowhere near Ithaca of course), just to hear them do stuff from their earlier kickass albums. Oh, well. At least this week we

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Aphorisms (Clamato X. Johnson) 1. A remotely red tinge making the taste bud wipe my poor body. I could outlaw the dignity of mouths. 2. You should only desire clam extract, shudder in its concentrated form, hot needles like guinea pigs. 3. I'm a huge 12 feet tall cod, the kind one only gets by giving loud clear juice. If only I associated with little lemon-shaped lambs. But I water the world

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who says dreams are surreal? So last night, I dreamt that I couldn't pee because I had conference after conference with students, and in between conferences I had meetings with course leaders, etc., and when I was not meeting with students or teachers, I had to wait on several tables, who got increasingly angry at my nonchalant/indolent style of service. Meanwhile, I really gotta pee. And only

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No one else is allowed to have my name, especially if they associate with scrumscorers Kearsarge 1, Bishop Brady 0 Joey Marzelli scored from a scrum in front of the Brady goal 18 minutes into the second half to give the Cougars (2-3) a much needed victory. "He's a tough kid," said Kearsarge Coach Rob Ragazzo. "He just kept kicking it until it went in." The Kearsarge defense was led by goalie

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we will soon break Have decided that, despite Behrle's defense of booklessness, I will not try to do the academic job search thing until I have laid my own 'sad thin book' on the world. Funny little entry-level writing positions here I come (later). I will still get people to witness my schizo-matic nature/science writing class and write bewildered things about it so that when I finish my book

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crap in my pants Just realized I missed Mairead's and Brenda Coultas's reading on Saturday. Fuckbiscuits.

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A quick graph of the Amazon reader response to the 2002 BAP for Jordan Davis Here's my problem.... I've read since 1989 or so and have thought consistently. This, however, is almost entirely eccentric. As I read, I think about this: Somewhere a well-read person decides he or she will finally take to what is going on in poetry. Our hypothetical book finds "The Best American Poetry 2002" and

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"Taking Off the Front Bumper" This exhibit has been closed by the e-Man.

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compare and contrast Keeping two blogs now, one for my ill-informed poetic concerns and another for my bustling science writing class, it's really hitting me how different my relationships to science and poetry are, even though I thrill to find either in the other. I think this has a lot to do with how much more comfortable I feel around scientists and scientific theory than other writers (and

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hmm Reading back through here, I realize I didn't say anything intelligent about Dirty Pretty Things, which was actually one of the better films I've seen this year (not saying much). In fact, I am making it my policy to delete all idiotic posts from now on, and to avoid writing them in the first place. ( All Josh's worry about his students finding his blog, I think, is rubbing off on me a bit.

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got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm blog for teacher Yes, I'm pulling a zombie!

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West End Reading Series Missed last night's reading (instead did some damage to the still-only-half-written ornithology article), but am especially excited about next month's event, which features Mairead Byrne and Brenda Coultas. I'm getting a haircut at the leaning tower of tranformations, visible from the reading series venue, on Tuesday. I'm going for something drastic, like this dude:

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rub my robot-mode groin indentation! I was curious to see what jokey little icon Kasey would give my blog in his list, and apparently, he found scattershot to be a vintage transformer. I found an online review of this little sex machine, rating him a 9 out of 10, as well as providing these choice blurbs: 1. Scattershot may be purely made-up, but he looks like a giant space cruiser. 2. He's

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Not sure how I feel about my blog being used to hawk both spin wave lasers AND horny goat weed.

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Move over, Mappemunde! Thanks to Kasey for stuffing me into his overflowing bloglist. Now I feel some pressure to remain funct, which is good.

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YOU ARE THE EMOTIVE FUNCTION You are the EMOTIVE Function: orientation or set (Einstellung) toward the addresser. You serve mostly to show how the speaker is feeling during a given utterance. You are such a drama queen. You may also be a New Brutalist (since as we all know New Brutalists are emotional, unlike L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poets), or a hysteric. What's Your (Linguistic) Function?

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Thanks to my waiting job this summer which has eaten my poetry and spitten out pitiful blobs of cash, I have met David Lehman, the Sagan family, and the people on whom the parents of the O'keefes (on WB) are based. I was a little surprised to find that only David Lehman freaked me out.

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Cavitation bubbles, which form when a liquid is sufficiently excited by sound, emit light when they burst in a phenomenon called sonoluminescence. We've known this since 1934, but have chosen to do relatively little about it. The wavelength of the light produced is very short, which indicates that the bubble is reaching internal temperatures of 10,000 to one million Celsius. THEREFORE,

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