This post can safely be ignored. I’m simply testing to see if I can successfully embed an image in a post and have it propagate to all the various sites that carry this blog. Continue reading
Currently teaching two sections of an incredibly intensive (3 weeks, 1.4 semester units each) English class for incoming freshman. Will blog more when I come up for air. In the meantime, keep writing!
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Well, it’s the end of the semester again, which means final papers and projects are eating up the time I would rather be blogging. At the moment I’m caught up in trying to translate a bunch of Anglo-Saxon riddles. Have I mentioned that when the semester began I didn’t speak a word of Old English? Well, now I find myself muttering, “Saga hwæt ic hatte” (“Say what I’m called” — a common riddle ending) in my sleep.
I’d love to spin this into a wonderful blog post about idiomatic expressions and how easily a reader can be trained to use them, but, frankly, I’ve just said it, and I don’t really have time to elaborate.
Just wanted to let everyone know that neither the blog nor I have died. However, I’m currently in Minnesota (where it’s a lot colder than I’m used to) attending the Native American Literature Symposium, and am therefore spread a little thin. I am, however, learning a great deal, and LeAnne Howe is here, which has me fawning like a fanboy. (All right, all right, I am still a fanboy at heart.) Hopefully I’ll walk away with something wise to say about writing, which I can distill into a post. But not before next week. I’ve also got a paper proposal to write for my Anglo-Saxon poetry seminar, two novels to read, and a story to write. If I’d realized grad school was this much work… well… I still would have done it, but I might have warned you first that any comments about me dying are probably metaphorical.