Sigh.
Good, no–great pizza. Dunkin’ Donuts (jelly, of course–and great ice coffee, the kind made double strength and chilled overnight). People were rude to me, it was great.
Sigh..
I’ll have a longer post coming later today–while I was in NYC I jotted down some notes for a first-year comp class designed around postmodern art. Essentially, I’m interested in postmodern art because it resists interpretation, and thereby potentially forces students to encounter the Face of the Other (the limits of hermeneutics). Like I said, more to come (now that you’re dripping with anticipation).
Sigh…
