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Here and Gone
Our internet connection continues to be troubled. It seems to work when I'm not here or can't use it. Yet when I sit down in the evening to get stuff done it gives up the ghost. Today my internet at work was also down most of the day, due to the fact that I had to rearrange my office in order to swap one power strip for another. Anyway, I have a window of opportunity now, but I'm going to go eat dinner because I must. Perhaps I'll write something later. Don't bet on it, though. In closing, please note that if you have commented on my sparse entries of the past two weeks or sent me an e-mail, I'm not ignoring you. I'm simply short of time online. Peace.

Mode: brittle bright
Muse: Can You Do That Dance? - The Pink Mountaintops - The Pink Mountaintops

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From: bobo_amargo Date: December 6th, 2005 07:36 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Hieronymo's at It Again

Wasn't it Foucault who said that to be without "wire" is to be . . . mad? Speaking of insignificance, I wanted to right-back-at-ya for putting me, always belated, on the track of some mountaintops, pink and black, in the Vancouver environs (my five-year plan is to live there if I can't get to Bolivarian Caracas): since we were recently remembering the CLIT reading group reading of D.A. Miller's Hitchcocky "Anal Rope," I wanted to recommend, in case you haven't yet found your way to it, his _Jane Austen, or the Secret of Style_. A working (though not stipulative) definition he there proposes of Style with a capital ess is the activist materialization of insignificance, shored against my or someone's ruin.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 6th, 2005 08:52 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Hieronymo's at It Again

I'd love to, once everything calms down. Read D.A. Miller, that is. I met him at the reception after Julian Boyd's memorial service in May. He praised the short piece I read, which is saying something. His own address was amazing.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 6th, 2005 09:17 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)


Somehow I missed Professor Boyd's death. Do you remember my sitting in, on your recommendation, his course in linguistics (or what the English dept. called, I believe, "language")? My favorite memory about him was the anecdote (tall tale?) you related to me, related to you by him, about how at Oxford his friend John Searle had been known as the noble savage.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 6th, 2005 09:27 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Rousseau-fiction

Of course I do! I realized soon that it wasn't quite what you were looking for. I loved the man. His passing made me very sad. Between being his undergrad, his grad student, his reader, his T.A., and his auditor, I think I attended eight of his courses over the years, if you can believe that.
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 19th, 2007 06:09 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Hieronymo's at It Again

Do you happen to remember any of what D.A. Miller said at Boyd's funeral? (I second the recommendation of Miller's Austin book, by the way. It's a terrific read, and full of invigorating analysis.)
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: January 19th, 2007 07:53 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Hieronymo's at It Again

Not the specific words, but the content. I could send you an e-mail. Write me: cbertsch before the "at" sign and comcast.net after it.
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