Matthew Harrison
@matthewharrison.bsky.social
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pizza advocate; english professor
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things are getting HEATED in the group chat
text message: "they’re all like, oooh, yes, the only emperor IS the emperor of ice cream"
subsequent text message: "morons"
I have gotten three different "last chance" emails for an AI Webinar.
all i want is a really good cortado and a million dollars
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Writing a thing about Salem (again) & just to reiterate a thing I once said in a Monster of the Month talk:

50-90% of what we call the paranormal—from witchcraft to ghosts to what-have-you—can be explained by the fact that patriarchal cultures despise teenage girls & have no idea what to do w/them.
sorry to hear about your newfound strength!
this looks way too much like bad toes
is your identical twin acting up again?
somehow i thought this post was about geese
i read this whole comment thinking you were talking about websites playing accordion music as you read them.
will u please find out the shapes we hate?
one of the few joys of facebook is seeing that my old friends' kids now look like my memory of my friends
VIM! IT IS NOT A HINGED OPINION THREAD.

i have lots of impeccable opinions but that was not the assignment.

(also, all of my opinions are peccable.)
when my friends post on the unhinged opinions thread: oh what an interesting foible!

when strangers post on the unhinged opinion thread: YOU BUMBLING FOOL! YOU NINCOMPOOP! YOU MONSTER!
you can reply to any sincere compliment by saying “it has pockets!!” and doing a little dance
the request wasn't for hinged literary opinions.
i think we can give up on the short story as a failed experiment.

it makes theoretical sense--long poems are good and so are short poems--but it just doesn't work in practice.
Tell me your most unhinged literary opinion, as a little treat
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RIP Thoreau you would've loved zillow
Where I Lived, and What I Lived For
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house. I have thus surveyed the country on every side within a dozen miles of where I live. In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price. I walked over each farmer’s premises, tasted his wild apples, discoursed on husbandry with him, took his farm at his price, at any price, mortgaging it to him in my mind; even put a higher price on it,—took everything but a deed of it,—took his word for his deed, for I dearly love to talk,—cultivated it, and him too to some extent, I trust, and withdrew when I had enjoyed it long enough, leaving him to carry it on. This experience entitled me to be regarded as a sort of real-estate broker by my friends. Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly.
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Most diagnoses of “academia” (and many subfields) are actually just English PhDs yelling at each other about stuff in English departments