‘Cause we are born innocent believe me, Adia, we are still innocent it’s easy, we all falter does it matter? –Sarah McLachlan from “Adia” I guess the aspects of Michael Cunningham’s The Hours are similar to those I love about Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway: its rhizommatic structure, its stream of consciousness, its marveling in the everyday, [...]
Archive | March, 2004
Poor Start
D’OH! The panel I was supposed to chair the IAFA panel on J. G. Ballard that began at 8:30, not 9. I walked in about 10 minutes late, sat through the panel, then apologized to the panel and those in attendance. I was able to ask some questions and facilitate the rest of the panel, [...]
Ah, Ft. Lauderdale
I began to notice an odd sound coming from the Nighthawk today. It sounds as if something’s grinding by by left footpeg. I hear it only in low RPMs and only when the bike is in-gear. I began using regular gasoline over spring break; maybe that has something to do with it. The chain has [...]
Raiford to Vero Beach
An interesting day. Well, according to Jesse, there’s a high pressure system sitting out in the Atlantic delivering a massive amount of wind and the occasional shower to the east coast. It’s expected to last though Sunday. Great. Today began well enough: I had a pleasant, sunny ride down 100 to Palatka, but as I [...]
South Again
Today, despite the cool weather, I donned my new jacket and, once again, headed south. My destination: the 25th annual conference for the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts. Walter, Tom, and I are to give a panel on Lem’s Solaris at the conference in Ft. Lauderdale, and I decided that I needed [...]
Boal, Enzensberger, and Baudrillard
At the conclusion of the selection from Theater of the Oppressed, Augusto Boal writes that the main goal of the theater should be the “liberation of the spectator, on whom the theater has imposed finished visions of the world.”
