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Too much audience involvement

When I was about 11, my parents took me to a Broadway production of All the Way Home which nearly ended badly from an excess of dramatic involvement. 156 more words

Just Life

Images Imagine Us As We Imagine Images

Essay for the Noorderlicht blog:

“But I can’t help but connect Agee’s idea that sight “constantly formed by, and as constantly form(s)” the mind to Heidegger’s idea that language speaks us as we speak language, because now I must also conclude that images imagine us as we imagine images.”

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Katharine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart in THE AFRICAN QUEEN (1951) - A road movie before there was a road

The following is my entry in The 2nd Annual Great Katharine Hepburn Blogathon, hosted from May 9-12, 2015 by the so-cute-you-could-pinch-her MargaretPerry.org. Click on the above banner, and read bloggers’ critiques of their favorite movies starring Katharine Hepburn! 1,431 more words

Movie Drama

Week 18 of 2015 Reading Challenge

Hi Guys! Happy Nerdy Weekend! Today is Free Comic Book Day in America so go visit your local comic book shop and pick up some great comics and support your local businesses! 378 more words

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A Letter to My Professor

Dear Bob,

You have probably seen this New York Times column already, but I wanted you to know that even 30 years later, when I ask myself Frank Bruni’s question, “What’s the most transformative educational experience you’ve had?” I think of your freshman seminar. 672 more words


Thoughts on James Agee's A Death in the Family (by Bethany)

A while ago, I posted about something called the Countdown to Concision challenge. For the first year and a half we had this blog, my posts typically ran in the 3500-4000-word range, and I wanted to coax myself to get to my points more quickly. 1,943 more words

Fiction - General

Go all yoga on me, dude!

William heard giggling. He saw them when he came in the coffee shop but paid no attention.

He knew he looked silly. He had not shaved in four days, his shirt was wrinkled, and his work boots were dirty. 788 more words

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