Alternate title: a pretend essay on Sam Harris’s The Moral Landscape: How Science Can Determine Human Values (Free Press, 2010) . “Pretend” because if a student handed in something like this to me and called it an “essay,” I would probably send it back, but this is a blog, so…
At the beginning of May, I got my hair cut short for the second time in my life.
(If you’re wondering about the title, Google it. I dare you.* In other news, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY and MY DAD IS AWESOME.) Once upon a time, there was a teenager named Sarah. She was part of a student Shakespeare-in-the-Park training program. Among other roles, one of the parts she played…
But first, happy birthdays, Ken and Heather! And happy early birthday, Sarah L. G.! It’s distant enough in time and space from my last TA-ship that I feel like these tips I post can be received as intended: as general guidelines learned through many TA-ships and course-marker-, uh, isms rather…
But first, happy belated birthday, Juliana, and happy early birthday, Tory! And many more for both of you! Item one: when I was a kid, we sometimes had a badminton net strung up at our cottage.
So… I still haven’t gone back to watching House, and after hearing about the season finale, all I can say is, whew, glad I got out when I did. Here is what I’ve been reading and watching instead.
The fiction writer’s dilemma is this: you can’t improve without feedback from readers. But you can’t get feedback from readers without showing them things that definitely need improvement.
For more information, check out the official website. (Don’t worry, back to our regularly scheduled programme tomorrow!)
The time is out of joint. Or at least, you’d be forgiven for thinking so if you read my Facebook feed last Tuesday morning. My friends (and I, I should make clear) are mostly left-leaning. Many of us were pleased to see Jack Layton’s NDP form a historic majority of…
Yes, more micro reviews. Originally, I meant to have an election-related blog for this weekend, but I didn’t finish it in time. Whatever, you wouldn’t want me to attempt think-y blog entries if I didn’t feed my brain with all this stuff.