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Welcome to Week 4 of the semester, and a brave, new world.
Monday, 9/16: Chicago Humanities Festival tickets go on sale to the general public.*
Tuesday, 9/17: Business as usual as far as I know.
Wednesday, 9/18: Business as usual as far as I know.
Thursday, 9/19: Union Meeting (2pm, Rm. 1115);
Friday, 9/20: State of the College Address and Workshops (10am-1pm, Rm. 103);**
Saturday, 9/14: Business as usual as far as I know.
*You can get free ones to the not-sold-out shows, but the popular ones (Junot Diaz, Temple Grandin, Lemony Snicket, Martina Navratilova, Sherman Alexie, Edward Albee, Anne Carson, Rebecca Skloot, and more, will probably require some advanced ticket buying.
**h/t to UsuallyConfused; thanks!
4 thoughts on “Next Up!”
Isn’t Friday the State of the College?
So many great things at the Chicago Humanities Festival. I wish I actually went to some of those talks instead of just talking about how great they all seem.
(you’ve got your Sherman/Alexie inverted there, philodave).
Speaking of Alexie, he wrote the most wonderful, useful, beautiful thing anyone’s ever written about paragraphs:
“I can remember picking up my father’s books before I could read. The words themselves were mostly foreign, but I still remember the exact moment when I first understood, with a sudden clarity, the purpose of a paragraph. I didn’t have the vocabulary to say “paragraph,” but I realized that a paragraph was a fence that held words. The words inside a paragraph worked together for a common purpose. They had some specific reason for being inside the same fence. This knowledge delighted me. I began to think of everything in terms of paragraphs. Our reservation was a small paragraph within the United States. My family’s house was a paragraph, distinct from the other paragraphs of the LeBrets to the north, the Fords to our south and the Tribal School to the west. Inside our house, each family member existed as a separate paragraph but still had genetics and common experiences to link us. Now, using this logic, I can see my changed family as an essay of seven paragraphs: mother, father, older brother, the deceased sister, my younger twin sisters and our adopted little brother.”
Full essay here: http://articles.latimes.com/1998/apr/19/books/bk-42979
Ahh, thank you, twice!
Love the Alexie quote, and fixed. I plead brain spasm.