Monthly Archives: September 2005

I am a tourist from Idaho. You are all my husband. We stand before the foreign monument of my cold. As with every illness I have dragged you to see, I am fascinated, enthralled, hooked by the rarity. I think it is plumb cute, is what. “Hon,” I say, “would you look at those clogged … Continue reading »

Yesterday I called my advisor about possible ways to enroll me in this here recalcitrant Syntax.* “Just go to the next lecture tonight,” she said, “and ask the professor to enroll you. Try being really sweet.” “Ok, I can do that,” I said. There was a worried pause. “I know you can do irony,” she … Continue reading »

I enrolled for classes the first minute I was allowed to do it, but still my Syntax class was already full. However, I was first on the waitlist and I am a graduating senior. My enrollment was a shoe-in. Weirdly the ten thousand other people packing into the classroom on Tuesday night seemed to think … Continue reading »