thesis

When I arrived on the coast of Maine last Saturday, I had little of note but a comic book, a pad of paper, a short writing workbook, and a fierce determination to make some measurable amount (any measurable amount) of progress towards choosing a topic for my thesis. Imagine my surprise when I arrived home Tuesday afternoon with not only a soft tan, but also a fully articulated -- and completely viable-- thesis proposal. Sans lit review, of course.  Read More »

When Charlie Brown was sad or mad or stressed out, he was often depicted with a little gray storm cloud over his head. It didn't matter what the weather was like everywhere else in Peanuts-land; for Charlie, it was always raining.

If I look up at the space immediately above my head and squint, I can kind of see the same little cloud. Two weeks, I chant under my breath. Two weeks. Like a magic spell or a mantra, or the time left until some creepy wet-haired chick comes out of the TV and kills me. Two weeks.
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