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Man: Aren’t you my bus driver? I know you’re my bus driver.
Woman: (unintelligible)
Man: You’re great.
Woman: (pause)
Man: Come on. You’re great. I know you’re great. I know you’re great! Come on!

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Firefox

prevented this site from opening a pop-up window, but it didn’t prevent me from feeling a sense of nostalgia for Northern California. Stay classy, Mountain View! It’s never enough time with anyone there.

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Never change anything if you don’t agree with the change.

You taught in the John Hopkins writing program for 26 years before your retirement. What sort of impact did this role have on your own fiction? What were some of the most vital lessons that you endeavored to impart on, what turned out to be, a generation of writers?

I taught for 27 years. Sept., ’80 to June, ’07. Maybe that is 26 years. Teaching had no impact on my writing.

My main characters were often teachers in college, but you rarely saw them teaching. One story, “Eating the Placenta,” in my 1984 collection Time to Go, has a teacher trying to avoid an unavoidable student who wants feedback on a story he’s written. The teacher wants to hurry home to attend to his wife, who called him in his office to say she needs to be taken to the hospital to have their first baby. The student is unrelenting, follows him most of the way home. That’s an example of how I included my teaching experiences into my writing.

Or in Frog, a writing teacher goes crazy in the classroom, turns over a table, needs quick psychiatric help. Otherwise, I found the academic setting void of material. I kept the experience of teaching on the outskirts.

Lessons? I taught line by line, story by story, word by word. I told them there were no rules in fiction writing. I was always encouraging, pointed out where they were writing well, was very easy on them when they weren’t writing well. My young writers were very sensitive about their work, and I didn’t want to hurt any of them. My impression of their work meant a lot to them. Somehow, they all became better writers. Benevolence works. I told them never to fool themselves that something is better than it is. Don’t call a work finished till it’s the best you can do. Never change anything if you don’t agree with the change. Develop self-editing skills, because one day you’ll be out there writing alone. And so on. Practical advice. Don’t let rejections stop you if writing is what you love most to do. And don’t change a word just to get it published. If you do, even once — I don’t care for how much money or recognition — you might soil your writing from then on.

– Stephen Dixon, interviewed by Sean Carroll in the December Bookslut.

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va”continued”cation

Yesterday, after ashtanga:

(1) Posted new sound files from “Cat Jeoffry” at the Parallel Octave site yesterday.
(2) Brunch! Original House of Pancakes in Los Altos.
(3) Harry Potter 7 for the 3rd time, with P’s friends J and B.
(4) Chinese food en masse at Z&P’s traditional dim sum restaurant on Castro. Mmm.
(5) Falling asleep before a screening of Dark City could commence. (Still jet lagged.)

Today, I am working from Z’s place this morning, then going to San Francisco to see old friends.

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yesterday,

I finished a grant proposal for a filmmaking project–Parallel Octave wants to make a film composed of ten or so short music videos for our audio tracks.

Then I spent some time that afternoon in Books, Inc. and Dana St Coffee with Z. Old Mtn. View haunts. It’s nice to be on the West Coast, where the latest, most wild McSweeney’s releases are in the bookstores.

Afternoon: Okami, The Video Game Where You Get To Be A Wolf. Evening: Momoya sushi with L&C, followed by double-15 chicken-feet dominoes, Scotch, and Joe’s O’s. They are going to be RF/CD/resident adults in a dorm at Stanford next year. I’m proud of them, and really excited to visit them on campus.

This morning I went to my first Ashtanga class ever. Today, some sort of unscheduled hanging out is in order.

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west coast,

best coast.

Yesterday, after Red Rock, Z took me on a tour of Carnegie-Mellon’s campus in Moffett Field, which included driving by several large wind tunnels and blimp hangars. Then I drove to Kepler’s for coffee and visitations with S and LC, which included a trip on campus, to Sweet Hall. (The former White Plaza has been transfigured by lineated bike lanes and large concrete blocks preventing bikers from biking freely elsewhere–and the former Intersection of Death has a giant roundabout.)

This was followed by a harrowing drive in traffic north to San Francisco, where I met with M, had amazing Vietnamese food, walked along my beloved Valencia Street from 18th south, and saw her new place.

There was a street fair going on in the Mission, and people were running in and out of all the stores. Live music was playing. M bumped into an old Swarthmorean, her friend A, currently getting his PhD at Stanford. He and I danced around Mark McGurls’ The Program Era and the Batuman MFA-bashing article. I told him I was writing a response, which seems more true now that I have told more people.

This morning, in Mountain View, it is a bit gray and cloudy outside. Up and working on a grant and on physics labs. It is wonderful to be here. I’m seeing old friends almost every night.

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blogging live

from the Red Rock Cafe in Mountain View, California. Feels like old times. Today, I shall see friends, and be unproductive pleasantly lazy. Tomorrow, the same.

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going to California

for a month, tomorrow. First to the North, then to the South, then to the MLA, then back to Baltimore for another installment of the intersession course on musicals. But first: a month (a month!) in Cali.

Plane reading: "Damned to Fame: The Life of Samuel Beckett" by James Knowlson. And a semester full of physics labs that need to be proofread. And a checked bag full of student portfolios. And several applications. Whoever said you’re not supposed to take work on vacations never met me. Still, hoping to catch up with friends, and get some down time before the return to teaching and the final semester of the MFA (and its incumbent Madness of Thesis.) I am looking forward to this trip very much.

Now if only this whole "packing" thing were as easy to do while sleeping as blogging is…

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