It is pretty difficult to play the corpse. Wini and I had decided that we should find out, were I to die on the bedroom floor, whether or not she could get me onto the bed. Of course this meant I had to play dead, which is harder than one might think. Suddenly I would be aware of some muscle group which contracted in direct defiance of the rules of our game, causing me to have to pinch the proverbial hose of some motor neuron. (I am, of course, referring to that splendid proverb of the kinked hose, which we use to teach very young children of axon terminals and acetylcholine.)
So yes, it is difficult to play dead. This is why (here I must note an extreme pleasure I am currently taking in the transition which I am about to type) I have decided to revisit blogging, so as to convince you all that I am indeed not dead. Of course in deciding this, I ventured to read over blogs past--causing me winces and smiles the like. So, without further adieu, a quick update on that which was formerly found in my blog:
• I moved from the Lory apartments, but was later blessed with access to a sauna at Kevin's condo. We ended up, however, frequenting the hot tub more. We made a postcard.
Beautiful Colorado: Where everything's flat until it's not.
• I ended up teaching Math 317, the course whose material canvases my shirt in the "
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Look, they're friends.
I also made logos for each of my sections, inspiring the solidarity needed to wage war on the other sections.
Really, I taught section 007.
• I am again unsure as to what I want to be when I grow up. To this end, I resumed working on my novel, which most of you are unlikely to ever read. I have also, however, written a few short stories which I will make public as soon as they are all formally rejected from the places to which they have been submitted for rejection.