Author Archives: fustianist

Paper’s done.  Worst paper I’ve ever written, but it’s now out of the way.  And man do I feel the sense of relief! I finally took Nelson out.  We hit up the Farmer’s Market and took a boat tour around … Continue reading →

More slug-like behavior from all three in the house today.  It’s not that the mid-eighties weather is so terribly hot.  It’s the humidity, filling the air so that you need to swim through it, and the barometric pressure mounting, promising … Continue reading →

And both guys are lounging around in their shorts, looking miserable, occasionally throwing themselves across a new piece of furniture to vent their frustration at the weather.  Considering that the warmest part of the day is yet to come, this … Continue reading →

Nelson has survived an entire day in our household, and a full day it was! – Sydney put him to work in the garden – I fed them lunch – We went for a hike – On the way back … Continue reading →

It seems fashionable, among philosophers at least, to have personal websites in which to talk about what one does (does somebody care?). I just put mine up here. Feel free to comment about it, e.g., if it horribly violates more … Continue reading →

Just as we began our drive this morning a tiny fawn stepped out into the middle of the road, then slowly trotted off into the ditch.  His legs were the biggest part of his body, and he was quite a … Continue reading →

Sydney was spelling out a web address to me, but when he said “mmmmmmm” to make sure I typed “m” instead of “n” I laughed so hard I messed up, anyway.  His lips disappeared into his beard and moustache!  I … Continue reading →

There’s an interesting post over here recalling the author’s experience of working in her elementary school cafeteria. The comments section is just as interesting as the original post. I’ve long thought it a great idea to have students work, though … Continue reading →

I handed in my last paper. And I’m showered. Sydney

I just finished a paper.  Good grief, I’ve been wrestling with it for almost three weeks.  Maybe the relief of getting out of abstract poetry and back into fiction will help me tear through the last paper. . . in … Continue reading →