A pleasant Florida to the Cohens, although for me a week without a laptop sounds like a phantom limb situation. That tingly feeling in your right hand, Jeffrey, is your RSS feed, desperate to be lanced and drained.
The Winner of Our Renowned ITMBC4DSoMA poll is Carolyn Dinshaw's Getting Medieval (pictured: my copy in its habitat). We'll start discussing it August 1st, so you've plenty of time to linger with it before the book club commences.
By all means, do not neglect the other books in the poll, if you can get them: Anna Kłosowska's Queer Love in the Middle Ages (a favorite insight: "all fiction corresponds to an absolute reality--not of existence, but of desire that calls fiction into being, performed by the authors and manuscript makers; and continuing desire for it performed by readers, a desire that sustains the book's material presence across the centuries" (7)); Valerie Allen's On Farting (I've read, and loved, what I think was part of this in the Exemplaria "Medieval Noise" issue); Emma Campbell and Robert Mills' Troubled Vision: Gender, Sexuality, and Sight in Medieval Images; and Noreen Giffney and Myra J. Herd's Queering the Nonhuman (if you can get your library, or your ILL, to give it to you: mine claims it's "too new.")
Finally, look to your
Pulled as I am towards kitsch, I chose not the last option but -- the classicist in me having triumphed -- the first. But I think I was set up by Karl's post: he talked about phantom limbs, so of course I had to choose the quote with "arms."
I'm hoping the absence of a laptop will not drive me mad. I do possess an iPhone, though, if I really need my internet fix bad -- but honestly, I am going to try not to use it.
The poll is to the right...
Just so you know ;)
I'd be curious to know if people felt that they were voting for their favourite text, for the line that best described their mood at the time, or for the one that evoked the richest store of memories and associations. (In my case, it was the latter.)
i was voting for the book that I owned but had not got around to reading properly.
I've voted, once again, for 'cannot process request.' It's something that seems to loom larger and larger as I get older.
Adam: I'm beginning to think that you can't vote here because, in reality, you're a national of the Kyrgyz Republic, or something like that. How *are* things in Kyrgyz?
Here in Kyrgyz, vowels in names outlawed. Name-vowels evil capitalist decadence. You no longer "Eileen". You "Ln".
No problem, Dm. :) [Hopefully, emoticons are not outlawed in Kyrgyz.]
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