After all, I can’t stay in San Diego forever.

"Once, for a class called Creative Nonfiction, I swam down to Scammon’s Lagoon during winter mating season and transcribed the simultaneous chatter of every gray whale, all in one continuous stream of unpunctuated prose: "Oh my God oh my click-click-click oh my (inaudibly low drone) God I love you so much I just want to (squeak) stare into your (hum, drone) big beautiful eyes forever click-click-click-click …" What happened to that writer?"



2 thoughts on “After all, I can’t stay in San Diego forever.

  1. Priceless, John. Thanks for pointing me to that – would make a great story for The Friday Fermentable. (readers, go look at the whole thing at McSweeney’s by Jonathan J. Levin (see John’s source link above).
    Oh yeah, I like the new pic – very fitting for an award-winning prof.

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