academic nightmares

thus there is this dream: there are course descriptions like little boats floating in the air. and then there comes a leaviathan, a white whale (like moby dick in the film), and jumps, and eats them. and i wake up in horror. ——————— parallel to the course description revision, i read. currently – rereading the […]

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the dream beverage, essentially

this is the perfect ice coffee. it has no sugar, and the green stuff at the bottom is peppermint syrup. when it is stirred, it assumes the greenish-milk-coffee-ish colour of a hangover morning. it is the perfect drink for this time of rain and ruined midsummer expectations. Chilli Pizza Sigulda rulez. Posted by Wordmobi

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one of those things, apparently

so, i have finished grading the exam in, what a student accidentally called in a private email to me, hystery of english. it is rather a hilarious subject, as everyone might guess, full of surprises for sure. today i was looking through the result analysis, and stumbled upon the simple question “who compiled the Oxford […]

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i like graveyards. i really do. i like the concept of the dead being dead in a solidarity that surpasses any union the living can ever muster. graveyards are the only place in this country that grow. where people return from wherever they have been, to die, to be buried in. i can say i […]

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so. watching Kuroshitsuji – re-watching it actually, a beautiful story. and this came to my mind (i did check with google scholar) – how about checking out representations of victorian england in anime, or comparing Kuroshitsuji to the Remains of the day. might make an interesting research paper. for those that understand anime, that is.

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quote of the day

i have almost finished grading the history of english homework (173 students, 6 pages each)…the gulls (see previous post) do not talk to me any more. they are perplexedly silent, even at night. i have no wings, and, probably, no brain left to imagine any. hence the quote of the day – from one of […]

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that’s it

the gulls are talking to me again – in the morning, and in the stillness of night. the gulls talk to me again through the darkness. they talk so much, they talk inside, they make my essence flow through yours, they make us both go into faraway dreams. the gulls are talking to me again, […]

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summer in this country consists of those few days of hellish rainless heat when the rain of spring is just over, but the rain of autumn has not started yet. when you do not freeze or soak, you melt. which is like soaking, only in reverse.

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when a body is voiceless, and will remain so for the rest of this week (aargh, and what shall i do at work, pray?), a skypedown is something of a tragedy. of course i can use my notepad for communication in an eye-to-eye situation, or do some mime, but my handwriting is … mmm.. well, […]

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