• What part of “don’t fuck with me” do you not understand?

    I’m fairly mild-mannered as I move through my days. And although patience is not one of my virtues—blame my sonofabitch father for passing along that characteristic—years of meditation, qigong, and deep thinking all play a part in keeping my heart… more ›

  • Nothing to say about love…

    This interview suffers from the “Dance, Monkey, Dance!” Syndrome: flaccid American asks the world’s greatest living philosopher (at the time) to perform for the camera on a topic he clearly isn’t interested in. But Derrida, in his generous generosity obliges,… more ›

  • Scars & Wrinkles

    Several years ago I blogged about scars. Here is an updated engagement with that post as prompted by a question that came to me out of the blue (from where all interesting questions arise): As for “fetish,” it’s definitely a… more ›

  • Year of the Whirlwind

    In honor of a Japanese tradition I recently learned about, I have chosen sempū as the kanji to represent the passing year. Sempū means “whirlwind” and is written thus: From teaching new courses to conducting some of the most advanced… more ›

  • What comes when I try to write…

    “All of your anno Dominithe whole year longhas turned toanno servi, or two, orbetter yet:ano polaco…in a piece of the wor(l)dwhere slave and Slavde-fine the di-stance betweensix years—nine, but who’s counting?seven hours, and365 degrees,the temperature at which this flesh burns.” more ›

  • California Dreamin’

    Just a week after returning to the States from Europe I had already had enough of Dallas and crap at the university…. Or at least I knew I was going to have already had enough, so Stephen organized a blissful… more ›

  • 15 Songs for a Solstice

    …to help keep the cold in on the first day of winter. (As if most of us needed help with that.) Here’s to a new season of personal (and universal) growth. For those of you not on MySpace, I’m currently… more ›

  • Skin Deep

    There are already so many things wrong with the story about the French woman who received the first face transplant. Like how did she “lose” her face to begin with? Well, she took an overdose of sleeping pills in a… more ›

  • Excerpts

    Something I’ve been doing for the past several semesters is offering excerpts of my academic work here at the end of the semester. When I’m not writing here–which is happening more and more frequently–I’m most likely working on papers such… more ›

  • Tiempo libre

    I became a free man again as of 1:33 yesterday afternoon when I submitted my grades and went through the official (and ever-so-asinine) “check-out” procedure at the college. It’s a bit hard to enjoy the sweet relief that should be… more ›