The Rockefeller Center Zamboni

A rare sighting of this lovely creature in its native habitat.

The view in Atlanta. On my way home from CCCC, I'm noticing how tired I am. Good conference--although, as usual, the best stuff happens somewhere other than official sessions. Travel tragedy: I left my favorite hat somewhere (prolly O'Lunney's Pub) and lost my favorite leather gloves.

Free internet access--like socialized health care, a fabulous thing if you don't mind waiting in line. Note to self--writing teachers are computer hogs.

Cyborgy

Breakfast in New York. I'm testing out mobile blogging--yep, dear reader, this post is from my cellphone.

I don't know why, but it's worth watching.

Hey, it's finals week. I must rely on others' creativity.

Just in time for CCCC

And you?

My Linguistic Profile:

60% General American English

15% Upper Midwestern

10% Midwestern

5% Dixie

5% Yankee

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Wait, you mean I had to come back?

New York was great. Good food, lots of people wearing black, and snow. I did manage to finish my paper (it had to do with immersive technology, representation, and post-cyborg ironies...trust me), and so earned my scholarly keep. The LAW and I strolled around her old stomping grounds (NYU) and almost crashed an Official Event, but I nixed it once I saw the Ukrainian folk dancers in native costume. I just couldn't do it.

One highlight was the Museum of Modern Art--more specifically, Van Gogh's Starry Night, which I managed to see in its lovely thick-paintiness just before MOMA closed and they kicked us out. I didn't realize it was there, and had wasted entirely too much time downstairs looking at idiocies like Martin Creed's "The Lights Going On and Off." Yeah, right. My next piece, for which I hope MOMA forks over tens of thousands of dollars, will be, hmmmm, "Sometimes You Step in Sticky Things," quickly followed by "The Room Smells Bad," or my signature piece "The Lights Go Off and You Get Hit With Pillows for No Reason," all of which would add to Creed's postmodern protest against "things" and "consumerism" and also explore "the qualities of 'nothing.'" What a crock of s***. Oh wait, that's my next piece.