

I’m sorry, but did he roll up his shirtsleeves in Pennsylvania? Not that I saw. This isn’t rocket science or Kremninolgy, it’s just watching the signs. Semiotics are all around us, in fact we are bombarded, inundated with fucking signs. The signaling of meaning, which, I realize, has been co-opted by advertising. When did that happen? My mind is a blank. But god I love the ads in old National Geographics Read the rest of this entry



This post heralds a … lazier bitch. No, that’s not entirely true … but I am both a more tired bitch than when this blog started out, in 2004 … and am funneling more writing energy into, like, you know, real writing. God, I used to write here with such passion. And it’s true, there are periods in my life—it varies from month-to-month, for various and sundry medical reasons—when the flow of words just won’t quit. When I end posts more out of mercy to the reader than because I’ve run out of things to say.
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