and the northern portions of my- Tom Waits "Emotional Weather Report"
ability to deal rationally with my
disconcerted precarious emotional
situation, it's cold out there
It's cold out there today.
Detroit Winter Cold. Sports cold. Missed snap. No extra point. No tie. Another loss. It's all about the draft now - in more ways than one.
Note that Gizmodo tab in the background. Online it gets cold too. Listserv cold. Man, I'm the coldest mother of composition! Hush your mouth. Who sez rhetoric is warm and fuzzy? It's brutal, Lyotard-Postmodern Condition brutal. William Burroughs/Deleuzian from behind brutal (now, that is cold!). It's all about attitude (Yo Burke). In the words of Tom Waits, "It's cold out there."
"Now what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)"
Word, Outkast. I have to be cold in order to stress cool rhetoric - which isn't about being hip at all. Oh no, man. You have missed the point. You try to be hip, and the students look back and see you as ice ice baby. "Invention, arrangement, style, AND grammar" frozen out by the concept of the "grade," which, itself, is situated in a situation outside (i.e. also frozen out) of the networked logics linking knowledge up online and face to face. Note my associative thinking here, homies? That’s what I call cool. Want to make the “writing process seem cool” (for where this quote come from, see last link)? That’s a part of what you need to do. Coolposition. The real cool pose.
