The Ship Comes In.

There he lies. God rest his soul, and his rudeness. A devouring public can now share the remains of his sickness, and his phone numbers. There he lay: poet, prophet, outlaw, fake, star of electricity. Nailed by a peeping tom, who would soon discover…even the ghost was more than one person.

Whatever happens in IN and NC, at least we’re all assured of one excellent piece of news on Tuesday: My favorite film of 2007, Todd Haynes’ I’m Not There, comes out on DVD tomorrow. (See also my pre-Oscar Youtube appreciation.) Due to my imminent move, I’m mostly divesting myself of extraneous possessions at the moment. Still, I’m very much looking forward to picking this up tomorrow.

2 thoughts on “The Ship Comes In.”

  1. Still TBD. I have a number of job applications out in the ether, with most of ’em centered in and around DC. But I may well spend the summer at the Murphy Home Office in Norfolk first (especially since it’ll be hard to make any real decisions until after both the election and the dissertation defense.)

    But, for now, I’m a leaf in the wind.

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