So last Friday I was informed by my students that spring break was this week. And it’s a good thing to otherwise I would have shown up on campus Monday. The problem, though, is that since I didn’t realize I wouldn’t be teaching this week my bookmines schedule remains the same, and I have a bunch of free hours this morning.
I should be grading these papers sitting here in front of me, but I’m typing this, and then I’ll probably work on a short story, and then I’m going to a used book store to sell/trade in some books left over from the garage sale.
But since I do have a few spare minutes I thought I’d share some stuff that’s been laying around (digitally speaking) for a while.
This website is part of, I’m not sure what to call it…collective, I guess…that is trying to do some…you know, good. Anyway, I had some graduate classes with one of the guys that works there and it’s a pretty good publication that some of you might be interested in checking out.
You ever wonder what people are reading in a Toronto bookstore on a random Saturday morning? Well, dear Normalinauts, wonder no more! Seen Reading is a nice little voyeuristic (ah, voyerisum’s back!) tryst for the literary inclined.
Lastly, I just wanted to throw this out. I’m “graduating” on Friday, May 22nd. Well, I’ve already graduated…
Sidenote: I received my actual diploma from Chapman. It said I had earned a “Master of Fine Arts in English” which, as far as I was aware, wasn’t even a degree they offered. I was under the impression that I have finished a “Master of Arts in English” and a “Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing” so I thought I’d get two diplomas that said as much…so I have to call the school about that, is what I’m saying.
Anyway, commencement is, like I said, on May 22nd. The graduate student ceremony is at 6 PM and, surprisingly, no tickets are required. So consider this your official invitation, Normalinauts, to see me in a goofy ass hat and gown.
Alright, well on to the story.
The Libertines — Music When the Lights Go Out
I believe I have a photo of the last time you wre in a “goofy ass hat, and gown.” It’s right next to Jesus.