Archive for June 2012

Buffy Slays the Academy

Devon, PA.  Insiderhighered.com reports:  Slate published an analysis of the relative popularity (as topics to academics) of various pop culture topics. Judging popularity by the total papers, books and essays produced by academics, the mos...

What Was High School For Anyway?

[Cross-posted to In Medias Res] Twenty-five years ago today (I think; my memory is far from perfect) I graduated from Central Valley High School in Spokane Valley (then “Veradale”), WA. Herewith some thoughts on this momentous o...

You Have Thought Up the Wrong World

In the spring of 1994 my grandmother chose to go off dialysis. Four days later, she was dead. I still remember my parents waking me up in the middle of the night and taking me to the hospital. I don’t recall seeing her body that eveni...

My Second Book, Published Already

Last night, at the West Chester University Poetry Conference, my second book, Timothy Steele: A Critical Introduction, was released.  As its title indicates, it is a monograph on the great contemporary poet and scholar, Timothy Steele, who ...

Democracy Follies

David Rieff has a nice piece over at Democracy Journal where he takes aim at those who stubbornly insist that exporting American-style democracy is a sound foreign policy. Rieff effectively argues that those who still think the foreign poli...

Ray of Light

Ray Bradbury may be at peace, but I doubt he’s resting. Herewith an old essay of mine on the boy from Waukegan as a Midwestern regionalist.

Happy Birthday! Hose your Grandkids.

Of all the downsides attendant to turning fifty, none annoys quite so much as receiving membership offers from the AARP. The junk mail invites a response to the effect that one is not inclined to join an organization whose sole purpose is t...

Front Porches in Chattanooga

On Monday, June 11, I will be lecturing as part of the marvelous “Monteagle Sunday School Assembly,” a longstanding summer community based in Chattanooga, TN. Originally inspired by the Chautauqua movement, the Monteagle Assembl...

Flipping the Woolly Bugger

Finding myself 2000 miles from Montana but with a couple of boys who want to go fishing, we ventured into the brown waters of the Shenandoah River. This is, according to John Denver, “almost heaven.” He was, after all, singing about West Vi...