Pixar Feature Films (from the worst to the best) -- A List That Will Get Me Killed

No long introductions necessary.  The following are all of Pixar's feature films in order from favorite to least favorite.  I've grouped the films into degrees of "great" for a specific reason:  almost all of Pixar's films are good by any measure.

Note:  I have left Brave off the list because I have no seen it yet.  I cannot possibly judge a film I have not seen, now can I?  I'll edit this list in the future.

Here goes:

Airport Shuffle -- Or, Hey, Airports in X-Files are Weird Places

I've been re-watching X-Files lately and it dawned on me how strange the world looked back then. For example, in one of the 1st season episodes ("E.B.E."), Scully walks right into an airport terminal and purchases two tickets (one with her credit card and one with cash). The desk lady says to her "You can catch your plane right over there," pointing to the actual gate at which Scully would board her plane.

Think about that for a moment. When was the last time you could do that in an airport? Granted, some of you are older than I am, so you have better memories of the pre-9/11 world. I, however, didn't do a lot of flying pre-2001 because I was a) not quite an adult yet, and b) not financially well off (by that I mean my mother didn't have a lot of money, as we spent part of my youth on welfare

Adventures in Teaching: The Dystopia Lit. Syllabus Reading List

My "The Dystopian Tradition and American Anxiety" syllabus is finalized and submitted to the English department for approval.  Good news, no?  In the meantime, I'd like to share the reading list for this course, just so everyone can see what I've assigned for these poor little undergrads to read.  There are still a few gaps, which I will mention at the end.  If you have any suggestions for historically relevant essays and the like to fill those gaps, please let me know in the comments.

Here it is:

Where Have I Been?

Readers of this blog, or folks randomly appearing on the home page, will notice that my last post was on Oct. 8th.  That's a long time not to post so much as an update.  Surely I must have a good reason, right?

Actually, I do.  The last month has been one of the heaviest work periods of the semester, in part because October is the month of midterms.  Since I am a teacher, that means I've been grading papers for the past three weeks.  My grading pile only recently dropped below 100 papers (excepting in-class writing, which doesn't take as much time as essays and response papers).

But that's not all I've been up to.  This semester is also the last time I will ever take a graduate-level course, which means I made the conscious choice to ask for the one course I knew would load me with a lot of reading and writing work (this professor happens to be on my committee).  Throw in podcasting duties, personal life nonsense, the paper on the film adaptation of Cloud Atlas I have been working on, and other miscellaneous stuff like voting, etc. and you'll have a good idea why blogging has taken a side track for the time being.  In all honesty, I am probably working close to 80 hours a week, on average, which includes prepping for seminar, prepping lectures for five classes, grading papers for five classes, and so on and so forth.  Let it never be said that we teacher people don't work our asses off.

That said, I am not quitting.  Quite the contrary.  November is a considerably lighter month, since there are numerous holidays and the like here in the States.  I just wanted everyone to know that I didn't disappear into the night.

On that note, how is everyone doing?

N-Words and B-Words: Can people reclaim these words?

(Disclaimer:  If you are easily offended by the proper spelling of the words hinted at in my title, then do not read beyond this point.)

As a postcolonial scholar, I've become familiar with what Homi Bhabha calls the "ambiguity of colonial discourse."  In short, Bhabha suggests that colonialism attempts to recreate indigenous minds/bodies in the image of the colonizer, but only to an indeterminate line that allows the colonizer to differentiate itself from the "other," since its existence as "colonizer" requires an opposite from which to draw its identity.  Within that ambiguity, Bhabha argues, is where the indigenous can launch a different kind of resistance.

I've often wondered if this same idea might apply to words like "nigger" or "bitch" (and their various spellings).  While I won't call myself a feminist scholar or race historian, it seems to me that it is within the realm of possibility that women or people of color could reclaim the words previously used against them by a particular dominant group.  Otherwise, I'd have to look at a site like Smart Bitches, Trashy Books with a certain degree of contempt.  Likewise, I'd have to view any use of the word "nigger" by people of color as inherently derogatory, even if within a particular cultural context, it means exactly the opposite.  Are some of these instances moments of resistance / reversal / reclamation?  How do we know?

That's where I want to leave it.  A wide open question for the general public to explore.  So have at it!

Adventures in Teaching Literature: Dead German Skulls

Several weeks ago, I taught William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying in my Survey in American Literature course. Of all the texts I've taught since the summer before last (when I started teaching literature courses), this one may have been the most difficult.  For those unfamiliar with the book, it is told almost exclusively in a stream of consciousness manner, spanning across more perspectives than you can count on a single hand, each one intensely personal and subjective.  The plot, insofar as it has one, follows the Bundren family as they make their journey to the birthplace of their deceased mother so that they might bury her there.  In other words, As I Lay Dying is a "dark" book that isn't so much a story as a radical de-centering of experience -- multiple minds, multiple experiences, and multiple reactions.

But the book itself is not what I want to talk about today; rather, it serves as the context.  What I

Guest Post: "Freedom to Name" by Max Gladstone (Three Parts Dead)

Somewhere in Thailand, a mind-controlled ant climbs a tree.  She moves in jerks and starts, her body no longer her own.  Alone, she staggers to the underside of a leaf, and bites the thick central stem.  Her jaw locks.  Her chitin bulges and bursts.  A long gray tendril rises from within, unfurls to three times her length, and pops to release a cloud of spores.  Away on the breeze the spores float, to possess any other ants unlucky enough to remain within the blast radius.

The fungus is called Ophiocordyceps camponoti-balzani.  The fungus infects an ant, takes over the victim’s brain, forces it to move to a high place near other ants--a place where spores will spread--and explodes.

That’s real.

If you work for a corporation or a non-profit, you’re part of a functionally immortal entity whose life is governed by laws more theological than biological—a being that draws strength from desire,