Thursday, March 03, 2005
You know you're a blogger when ...
Bloggers you've never met start appearing in your dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was visiting Adam Kotsko, who was still living at home with his mother. I've never met or seen Kotsko before, but in my dream he looked sort of like Alfred E. Neuman, but with a longer face.
I remember asking him what we were going to do over the weekend. He said, "Read. Read books all day." Thanks to the weird transmigration of souls somehow made possible by rapid eye movement, by the end of my dream Kotsko had changed into Eminem. Don't ask me how or why this happened; I'm a fan of Kotsko's blog but not a fan of Eminem's. And I don't know why Eminem and I were hanging out in his (or Kotsko's?) backyard, with him tossing me a tennis ball as I dove to catch it over a swimming pool.
I hereby release Adam Kotsko from any responsibility to notice this post or comment on it, on the grounds that he is probably really freaked out.
I remember asking him what we were going to do over the weekend. He said, "Read. Read books all day." Thanks to the weird transmigration of souls somehow made possible by rapid eye movement, by the end of my dream Kotsko had changed into Eminem. Don't ask me how or why this happened; I'm a fan of Kotsko's blog but not a fan of Eminem's. And I don't know why Eminem and I were hanging out in his (or Kotsko's?) backyard, with him tossing me a tennis ball as I dove to catch it over a swimming pool.
I hereby release Adam Kotsko from any responsibility to notice this post or comment on it, on the grounds that he is probably really freaked out.
Improvised @ 12:22 PM 
Collective Improvisation:
I've never dreamed about any bloggers! What am I doing wrong? (Mind you, I never dream about anything interesting, full stop.)
(I'm still hoping for something along the lines of taking Michael Berube home from freezing his ass off in Central Park and... no, I'll stop right now.)
Posted by Sharon
(I'm still hoping for something along the lines of taking Michael Berube home from freezing his ass off in Central Park and... no, I'll stop right now.)
Posted by Sharon
Posted by 
on 3/03/2005 03:15:00 PM : Permalink
Sharon, I have it on good authority than Michael Berube's feet are knarled and skanky.
Posted by Ralph
Posted by Ralph
Posted by on 3/03/2005 03:52:00 PM : Permalink
Well, I want to make very clear that I do not try to dream about bloggers. It has happened once before, though, that I can remember, but that was a nightmare. I suppose this happens when I end the day by reading blogs until I'm bleary-eyed and stumble to bed.
I'm not sure I like the direction in which Ralph has taken this thread. It makes me nervous that somehow Ralph has an authority on my feet in his back pocket.
Posted by Caleb
I'm not sure I like the direction in which Ralph has taken this thread. It makes me nervous that somehow Ralph has an authority on my feet in his back pocket.
Posted by Caleb
Posted by on 3/03/2005 04:16:00 PM : Permalink
Yes, I'm told that Caleb's feet are winged and swift. Actually, the foot thing alludes to Sharon's arational devotion to Manolo's Shoe Blog .
Posted by ralph
Posted by ralph
Posted by on 3/03/2005 04:53:00 PM : Permalink
Actually, my feet are apparently hooved .
Posted by Caleb
Posted by Caleb
Posted by on 3/03/2005 05:45:00 PM : Permalink
Winged hooves, then, and fast donkeys. You may hear from Kotsko yet. He's currently out of blogger-loop, giving a paper somewhere on John Wesley.
Posted by Ralph
Posted by Ralph
Posted by on 3/04/2005 01:13:00 AM : Permalink
And I thought I was barmy.
Mmm, shoes...
Posted by Sharon
Mmm, shoes...
Posted by Sharon
Posted by on 3/04/2005 04:00:00 AM : Permalink
Oh my God.
Thanks for dreaming about me. I wish I read more on the weekends.
Posted by Adam Kotsko
Thanks for dreaming about me. I wish I read more on the weekends.
Posted by Adam Kotsko
Posted by on 3/04/2005 06:34:00 PM : Permalink
You're welcome? Not sure thanks are necessary, though, since it wasn't intentional.
But I do intend, like you, to get more reading done. I think one of the reasons that appeared in the dream is because lately I've felt like I don't have enough time to read. Funny, since I'm in academia in all. It's sort of like if a dentist felt like he didn't have enough time to clean teeth. It's really, though, that when I say I'm not getting to read, it's because a lot of the reading I am doing doesn't "count" -- reading for the dissertation or reading for teaching isn't quite the same as reading on the weekends.
Posted by Caleb
But I do intend, like you, to get more reading done. I think one of the reasons that appeared in the dream is because lately I've felt like I don't have enough time to read. Funny, since I'm in academia in all. It's sort of like if a dentist felt like he didn't have enough time to clean teeth. It's really, though, that when I say I'm not getting to read, it's because a lot of the reading I am doing doesn't "count" -- reading for the dissertation or reading for teaching isn't quite the same as reading on the weekends.
Posted by Caleb
Posted by on 3/04/2005 10:15:00 PM : Permalink
