Sky’s The Limit
Today is a travel day. Six-foot-two inches, two hundred pounds of man stuffed into a space designed for five-foot-three one-hundred-ten pounds of woman—for six hours. I may or may not see comments left during this time and after they prise me from my seat.
I hate flying.
Act Now Before It’s Too Late!
Good news. Three people so far have signed up to be slaughtered—literarily, that is—on this blog. You have until Saturday to join the ranks of the undead.
I encourage you to do so not only because it will cause my purse to swell, but, and let’s be honest with ourselves, this may well be the last shot you have at eternity. If your name is not set forever into the Internets, no one will ever know that you have lived. Live forever through dying—in etheric print.
The right to usher into their coffins readers who don’t pony up in a mundane fashion is still reserved.
See the blog Saturday for news about the details and timing of the Mini Play.
School’s In Session
This Sunday starts my two-week impersonation of an employee. My class at Cornell begins. Like most years, I’ll probably “live blog” the days. This is as close as I’ll get to an on-line class this year.
For those who want to follow along, I’ll be using this book (PDF), which is badly in need of an update. Which I’m writing, as regular readers know, but which isn’t ready for public view yet.
Usually I write the posts before I give the class, in anticipation of the day’s lesson (many old ones are linked on the Classic Posts page). But this year I think I’ll write them after, highlighting the discussions we have. I have some lectures, but mainly I use the Socratic method—one reason I haven’t yet embraced an on-line course—and each class never goes exactly as planned.
Thanks for all the hot tips and links! These next two weeks, I’ll be even slower responding than I already am.