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Reading list for ladies sitting around in pyjamas with their hair in beehives on Saturday nights:

1.  Nuala O’Faolain, Are You Somebody? (Vaguely depressing memoir in tradition of Angela’s Ashes and the like, only better because it was written by a feminist.)
2.  Elaine Dundy, The Old Man and Me (Even better than the Dud Avocado, because this one involves a very subtle attempt to murder somebody.)
3.  Lee Israel, Can You Ever [...]

Books and also other lovely things

Today I heard an interview on Writers and Company on the good ol’ CBC with Nuala O’Faolain, an Irish writer who sadly died last year, and who I had never heard of.  And now I want to go out and track down her books, because clearly she is a spintersly kindred spirit.  She said this, [...]

And also I fell and skinned my knee. Luckily, my heart is made of fourtanium

1.  Dear my students:  the question about “which movement is this song associated with” was referring to a social movement.  Therefore the answer is not “the movement of swaying your hips.”
2.  Dear American Cinematheque:  Thank you for having a Valentine’s day double bill of Baz Luhrmann films about how if you fall in love, things [...]

Example of how grad school enables one to become completely disconnected from reality.

The other day, in a restaurant, I saw a news item appear on the TV screen with the  headline “DEATH OF AN AUTHOR,” and I thought to myself, “How interesting!  CNN is doing some kind of piece on Foucault, or perhaps Barthes!”
Of course this was not true.  CNN was doing a piece on Micheal Crichton, [...]

Dear Santa,

Is it too early for this?  No way.  It’s never too early to write to Santa. I’ve actually  been composing a blog post about how really upset the concurrent election campaigns in Canada and the US are making me (so upset that I have been waking up with weird stomach cramps) but I can only [...]

Good heavens.

I am ridiculously sick with Mystery Ailment, and thus my vague plans to descend on Toronto before I head back to California are shelved. My glands! They are the size of…large round things. I’m sorry. My wit fails me in my delirium.
Also, as a result of my delirium, I am incapable [...]