Grading is, it seems to me, dialectics between sadistic pure reason and self-protective practical bribery. My critical reason ordains that I should give a C+ to this only too poor essay, but my fear of being hated entreats that I should co…
A shelf of a bookcase doesn't seem to bear the burden of books any longer. Three of four plastic pins that support the shelf have been broken apart. Probably now is a good time to think which books to put in bookcases...
I might be insomnious. I might be addicted to alcohol. I'm still awake (at 5:00 AM) and sipping Jack Daniel's slowly and incessantly. Some peculiar fear seems to haunt me that I waste time by sleeping in vain. This really is a strange feel…
Really bad student papers always make me uncertain: whether I, a non-native English speaker, is qualified enough to teach composition to Americans. I know that I'm not (necessarily) responsible for their poor performance. They are just laz…
Isn't it horrible that the newly transformed Hill is now open from 10 to 10, while the old book would close at 5 (if I remember correctly)? The question is: who visits that gift shop stuffed with stuffed animals at this late time? This nig…
Today I discovered that when I get drunk and therefore sleepy, I seem to have a stronger desire to open books I've not yet read or read a long time ago and turn their pages mechanically, as if I were really reading them. This somnambulant,…
Recently the Starbucks and Peet's near the campus have become my reading rooms. And I come to feel some strange solidarity with those who are there. Indeed there are a couple of faces I recognize every time I go there. Probably they also r…