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The last update was about my crapgrad school portfolio. Now that I'm actually in grad school, perhaps that should be replaced with some more crapgrad school performance.

What is Dis?

Dissemination

The scriptorium wasn't just a place for writing, nor for mere copying; it was the starting point of conversation. The manuscripts duplicated by the scribe would be shared by other monasteries so as to propagate learning and spread wisdom.

I know better than to think that these inscriptions will educate or enlighten you. In fact, the initial objective is the converse; I'm hoping that you'll read, respond, and recommend revisions, reconsiderations, and maybe the rare reward.

Dissection

When we dissected cats, going in the right order was crucial, lest you mangle various, mysterious organs in your quest to tag the spinal cord via a frontal entrance. That's not the case here; it's all mangled enough. But hopefully an artistic mangle.

Dissatisfaction

I offer a money-back guarantee, no questions asked, no receipt needed. Time, however, I am unable to refund. Please take up all issues with either this gentleman or this one.

Dissing

Is cool. Let loose.

Dis Stuff

Poetry

Has been redacted by quality control.

Prose

Is available in small snippets. A glutton for poor writing? Only say the word and you shall be served a full meal.

Wake Us and We DrownThis is a story about death. Told by a ferryboat captain who has "come back for a quick time to tell you all how it goes in the end," this scene recounts his first encounter with death.
Descent: HistoryThis is a(n obnoxiously formatted) story about cyberalienation. It really doesn't make much impact out of context, but this gives you a sense of the form, which is the greatest value of this otherwise simple piece.
We Aren't OneThis is a (true) story about the Inauguration, as per the Literary Journalism assignment (to cover the event like a New Yorker Talk of the Town piece.)
We Are All Ways TicklishThis is a nonfiction essay of pictures of our pictures of God. This particular section covers a conversation I had with a man at Founders Brewing in 2007 and where he (but not I) finds God. The full essay has a couple more such conversations, interspersed with vignettes, bookended by personal analyses (involving the anterior cruciate ligament, such a classic theological metaphor.)
Spots of TimeThis is a nonfiction story about Trappist monasticism. Each section reflects one of the Hours, a series of seven prayer services that orders each monk's day. This is Vespers, the evening Psalms of praise.


(Because we can't just have all literature here.)

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