Back in ‘97, I had a great idea: why not blabber my terrors, lusts, and just a little gossip onto the web space provided by my college? There was no way my friends would find out what I was saying about them!
Back then I was 18 and a dithering idiot; what’s my excuse now?
I’ve been co-teaching a class at our Writing Center called Productive and Professional Blogging, which draws students exactly because its title sounds like a lie. Their cynicism has rubbed off: I’ve found that the more I taught that class, the less I blogged.
This slowdown has hurt me — my prose has become frozen and more stilted than ever. I know the ole’ diss doesn’t have to be as breezy as the Talk of the Town, but there is no justification for a two-semicolon sentence.
Enter Ad Nauseam, my first attempt at professional blogsmanship. No hiding behind pseudonyms or sloppy prose!
I hope to offer you, dear reader, brief but regular posts on topics of academic interest. My areas of discursive competence are few, but if you enjoy reading, writing, and the occasional bourbon, I hope you will find here much to your amusement and delectation in the months to come.
