Author: SEK
I know I'm supposed to be covering the conservative insanity beat, but I'm not sure I can do it anymore. I just don't know what to do with arguments like.
CAT limps meekly up to SEK, who is sitting at his desk grading. CAT: Hi. SEK: Hello. CAT: Legs no work. SEK: You don't say. CAT: Wrestled packing tape. SEK:.
Earlier in the quarter, I introduced my students to the anything-that's-longer-than-it-is-wide mode of psychoanalytic criticism. Not very sophisticated, I know, but it helps explain the historical context of certain rhetorical.
Money is racist [NOTE: This counts as my version of the apparently mandated Wednesday Lincoln post.]
Mine is, at least. The woman at the toll booth said she couldn't accept it because it's been "defaced." Now, it's racist, obviously, but it clearly hasn't been defaced so.
In the summer of 1968, Charles Schulz—born today in 1922—decided not to take the path of least resistance. In the first months of the Presidential race, the politics of Peanuts.
SEK is inside his apartment being forced (by proximity) to listen to children playing basketball on the court adjacent to his porch. CHILD #1: Pass the ball! CHILD #2: I'M.
As I noted in my first post about this course, one of the signal elements of high fantasy as a genre is the presence of a coming-of-age narrative, and Game.
My close-reading instincts typically compel me to focus on scenes more than structure, and that's not necessarily a good thing. So let's talk about structure from the point of view.