Just had lunch with someone who is joining a short story writing group that meets every month to talk about work in development and that self-publishes collections of their work. I love this idea.

Talked with an ex-graduate student at lunch who said that he was thinking about reading a Frankfurt school writer and I asked if he might consider reading a novel as well.

No forecast of rain for today!

I was putting a book back on a bookshelf and another book that I haven't thought of in a long time fell off the shelf onto the floor in a movement that seemed unpredictable and I'm going to take that as a cue to read it.

One of the best parts of being a teacher is writing letters of recommendation and connecting recently graduated students with potential employers.

Not sure what this says about me but I very much dislike tweets (sorry, I still call them that) that tell me to stop doing this or that. I am always tempted to write back and to say "Stop giving instructions to other adults."

Car horns are remarkably expressive instruments in terms of tonality. Sometimes they merely indicate the desire to call someone's attention to something. Every once in a while, however, they suggest a howl of chthonic rage at who knows how many years of accumulated wrongdoing and

after hubris, nemesis

Upside down Spiderman needs help!

Nice bird came for a visit

Prayers for my sister-in-law, Rose, would be most welcome today.

Today’s pair of doves

A good day with sunshine and students.

Dry humor, like satire, can serve medicinal purposes.

Nice to learn about the intricacies of a dispute about credit card purchases in such a loud, clear, ringing voice (addressed into a phone, from which the audible voice of customer service may be heard) from the man sitting a ways away from me at a restaurant.