Yesterday I taught my first class ever. The students seem really terrific, and I hope they thought I was appropriately dressed. And now I’m very interested in papers like this. And this.
I share my office with this literate, chocolate-obsessed blogger.
Amazingly, Pittsburgh’s Post-Gazette has taken an award from the Society of Food Journalists, while no LA rags placed in any category. Did that Pulitzer for Jonathan Gold scare them off? (via)
Closing arguments in the Phil Spector trial will begin after Labor Day.
Psst, Tod Goldberg: searching the web for footage of Rick Springfield in a pink suit singing “Whenever I Call You Friend” can hardly be called sanity.
Debut author Chris Barzak (One for Sorrow) blogs at Gwenda’s and answers The Mumpsimus’ most scintillating questions.
Pink Raygun interviews many-times-over author Cecil Castellucci.
Now, time for pedagogy class. Oh yeah.
That I also found really cool clips from Solid Gold should be more alarming.
Congratulations on your first day of teaching! Don’t make the mistake I once made. After a class filled with much nervous giggling, a female student came up and said, “Um…miss? You can see through your dress.” I highly recommend slips or synthetic fabrics.