the vorpal blade
Item! We had a Cranium party last night. It's a fun game, even though Fred tried to sculpt the mound of purple clay (which bears more than a passing resemblance to the purple brain that serves as the game's logo) into the mascot Creative Cat instead of the clue, and I was unable to hum the Bachman-Turner Overdrive tune "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet," which I don't think I've ever heard. Half of us ate Brie and were mocked by the other half. Next week: Millenium Trivial Pursuit.
Item! Spin claims that Built to Spill's new one, Ancient Melodies of the Future, embodies a sort of "aesthetic morality." I don't know when Spin decided it was okay to start talking like a collegiate cultural studies journal, but the album is good.
Item! The heat here is uncanny. Because of the humidity it has weight as well as temperature, and you can feel those hundreds of pounds per square inch of boiling vapor pressing down. Marlowe ran a mile yesterday. He's insane.
I teach my last class in a week, then spend two fun-filled days grading before I go to Nevada/Idaho/California for a bit. I've barely written anything this summer and yeah, that may be why I've been relatively happy. Now that I'm getting back into the Work, we can probably expect all kinds of entertaining breakdowns in coming months, as the planet spins toward winter. Item.