More apocalypse, less angst
This poem, by Archibald Lampman (1861–99), turned up as the preface to a book of lectures by the same name (taken from Lampman by Northrop Frye). I loved it immediately, and then read about how it was written to express trepidation at the rise… Continue Reading “Poem: The City of the End of Things”
He said that all the new universities would consist of only one small room. It would work this way. At the beginning of each semester the entire student body—which would have to number at least five hundred thousand in order to give the computers… Continue Reading “Visions of future schools”
In the early morning hours I had the oddest dream in which Brian had the ability to turn into a bird and did so whenever he was angry with me. The first time it happened, he walked out the door and turned into a… Continue Reading “Birdman”
I have a post in mind this morning that is a bit grumpy – so before I even go down that road, I’m going to share with you an artist who I discovered last year and whose work I am totally in love with.… Continue Reading “Introducing: Trumbly Designs”
At work a few weeks ago the following note was posted in our shared kitchen: Yesterday, someone took it down and replaced it with this: More direct, less passive aggression. Which wins?