Friday, April 01, 2005
World Nut Doily?
Something very strange has happened to The American Street. I insist that you go look for yourself.
More from Houston
It’s been a long week and I’m tired of typing. On top of all this here blogging, I wrote an essay with Janet for this Sunday’s Boston Globe, and I’m going over the page proofs for an essay on “Disability and Narrative” that’s slated for the next issue of PMLA (look for it at your local newsstand!). So enough verbiage already—it’s time for some pictures!
Here’s Jamie on the balcony of our room at Houston’s Warwick Hotel, overlooking the Museum of Fine Arts.
In the Reptile House. Jamie and I have a little routine with behemoth pythons like these guys. I freeze in terror and say, “pythons!” He says, “Michael”—I have been “Michael” for about a year now—“don’t be scared.” I point at them with a trembling hand and say, “but they would squeeze me like a balloon,” and he says, “they will not squeeze you like a balloon—there, there,” patting my head. He thinks this is really funny. We have versions of this routine for great white sharks, tarantulas, and the dementors in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Chameleons are cool.
What’s this doing here? Well, I just got my first sales report from Blackwell, and it appears that some of you haven’t bought your copy yet. (Yes, I’m looking at you.) It’s so easy, too! They’re still for sale right here. Each one comes with a defense of the formal analysis of works of art; an argument that subcultural analysis has long been interested in the aesthetics of social forms even if it doesn’t always put it that way; a critique of the idea that the primary task of cultural studies is to determine a work’s place in the War of Position; a series of essays on the role of evaluation in popular culture; and this colorful cover, a detail from Liza Lou‘s Kitchen. Something for the whole family! (And my thanks to David Banash for a very nice review.)
Have a fun weekend and a fine April Fool’s Day, everyone.