THE SHEEPISH RETURN Act I, Scene I. Setting: Desk. Chair. Computer. Writer (ME) in mid-40s, hunched, hair frizzing to high heaven. Lights up on ME typing on BLOG. ME: Hey, Blog. ‘Sup? BLOG: New phone. Who dis? ME: Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. BLOG: Don’t ‘baby’ me. You’re the one who hasn’t come…… Continue reading Lost and found
Tag: language
The thunder of the ground sea, or what’s under the boat
One of my favorite things about rereading/reteaching stories is that no matter how well I think I know a work, I always unearth new intriguing bits. This past spring when I taught Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, I zeroed in on how Shelley describes the breaking up of the frozen northern ocean where Walton and Victor become…… Continue reading The thunder of the ground sea, or what’s under the boat
Resolution redux
Like a kajillion others out there on the planet, I sat down today thinking about New Year’s resolutions: the (in)famous list of things we optimistically hammer out about what we will or won’t do in the coming new year and then give up on around, oh, the Ides of March. Pretty straightforward, these resolutions, right?…… Continue reading Resolution redux
Staying inside
Mercy. It’s grown a bit cobwebby here at U-Leaves HQ. I think I just saw something scuttle under the floorboards. Apologies to the spammers who keep landing on the same old posts. I know that you are awaiting more of my “extreme informational posts that exceed great influence.” I appreciate the “A+ for simply excellence…… Continue reading Staying inside
What noisy cats are we
Those who know me know that I have a deep and abiding love for R.E.M. (both the band and the sleep cycle). That title, a lyric from Swan Swan Hummingbird, popped in my head the other day as TW and I were driving, and I sang it out as if it were still 1986 and…… Continue reading What noisy cats are we
These aren’t the droids: The feint of fiction
Confession: I recently re-watched Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope and Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back — or as I call them, Princess Leia Buns and Princess Leia Braids. Much to TW’s chagrin, I now have been walking around the house imitating Obi-Wan’s Jedi mind trick, complete with that awesome hand sweep: These…… Continue reading These aren’t the droids: The feint of fiction
Bryn Chancellor 