We went over to Lafayette, to this store called Right On Fashions, to see whether we might buy Stetson hats. It seems they are $125 hats, but the store could “let us have them” for $99 plus tax. Yeah, right we said. Nobody knows the trouble I seen, nobody knows the sorrow.
This is tight. Goodnight, Irene.
I became quite interested in this song when my cat, who may have been Turkish, disappeared earlier this year. He celebrates his eleventh birthday today and his sixth month of disappeared status Friday. When he was first absent I would sing this lullaby in case he was hurt or scared somewhere, and to calm myself.
Other people sing it in all sorts of versions, including tacky versions, punk rock parodies, and versions with Turkish subtitles. It is a lullaby for a child who has beauty spots; his hands are decorated with henna tattoos. The cows are eating the cabbages and must be run out of the garden.
On 29 August 2005 it was my cat’s fifth birthday and it is hard to believe but more than half of his life — that is, more than half of the part of his life he spent with me — took place after Katrina. Now we will sing the song again, a cappella, in honor of that night when the storm had passed through, and the levees had not broken.
See the Northern Gaijin. “A comparative cultural study of the two attempts at creating a utopian community by bring in an outside group into a different culture would be an interesting research paper for someone,” says he, and it is true.
I think the N G must have lived in this area at one time. I have not discerned his field of study, it is mysterious. He lives on Lake Ontario, but was not originally Canadian.
La Selva, Salomón de. Tropical Town and Other Poems. Houston: Arte Público, 1999. 978-1558852358. $27.
We have two copies of this book and I almost put it on an acquisitions list again; I seem to have fetishized it. I appear to believe that ownership of this book signals that our library is on its way toward vitality.
I do not know why this book in particular suggests that to me. It has something to do with the alliteration in the title, the son rhythm I hear in it, and with how heimlich the title feels on the one hand, and how faraway on the other.
Not From the Tourist Board
Student: There is a very dark side to that famous Cajun joie de vivre and all the other forms of insistence that Louisiana is a happy place.
Professor Zero: The poverty, the political hierarchies, and the colonial social and economic structure?
Student: Those things, yes, but also the domestic violence, the self loathing, and the general emotional pain.
Advice to New Faculty
Once again, new ones are reaching out and their strategies are varied. You can guess which is my favorite.
A: Let us have lunch to commiserate about the teaching overloads we have this semester.
B: I do not know how the work is being divided up for Important Committee X, but I had some ideas for our text and I wrote them down. I sent you e-mail with an .rtf attached. Please feel free to cut and paste it as you see fit.