You probably don't know about this, a new ecological interest group coming from East Campus, out of the School of Natural Resources and, at least in part, Agricultural Economics. A far cry from those panty-wasted humanities do-gooders. But we're starting to sign up. Should be interesting.
In other news related entirely to me, the No-Name Reading this past Friday featured Rachel May and me. Great crowd. D and I went out to a tasty dinner and strolled home, expecting to go to Cody Lumpkin's 30th birthday party, to mark the end of his thirtieth year drawing breath. D, however, pretty much fell over on her side on the couch when we got home, was immediately buried in heat-seeking cats, and slept for twenty years to find the town she'd grown up in entirely changed by the American Revolutionary War. By which, of course, I mean late Saturday morning. The party--which I nevertheless attended (it was just a few blocks away)--was a great treat. Prominent young authors took swings at a pinata (a lucky thematic happenstance: the first poem I read was about pinatas). We played pin the dong on the donkey. And we found that six foot six Prairie Schooner interns cannot easily hide their identities behind masks.
And now, to avoid the truly appalling excesses of next weekend, I'm off to shop for an xmas gift for D. To offset my dark feelings about American consumption, pollution, and exploitation in late capitalism, I will direct you--as my colleague also directs you--to this piece by Bill McKibben. Note especially the attention paid to the economic interests of electrical utilities. It makes me feel not so alone.
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