I have some (arguably) substantial posts in the works, really — in particular, I intend to relate some thoughts on my local convention in the very near future, and I can (and will) probably churn out another half dozen ruminations on Aria before I run out of things to say about it for the time being. My hard drive having been devoured by viruses has set me back a bit, though, so I’ve decided to follow in Cuchlann’s footsteps and run my posts (excepting the Otouto dialogue, for which I’m not fully responsible) through Wordle. The results are as pictured above.

It’s appropriate, I think, that one of my most commonly-used words is “one,” whatever the context may be. After all, it’s my goal — nay, my holy quest to demonstrate that, in the right hands (i.e. all of ours), art criticism can become a great unifier and therefore a more effective means by which to understand ourselves. If this requires the forcible divorce of criticism from clandestine academic circles, then so be it — but let’s not jump to that conclusion and charge in with guns blazing just yet. Also interesting is that I use “hell” more often than weighty terms such as “existence,” “concerns,” and “Socrates.” Clearly, I am the devil.

Speaking of criticism, I recently received my academic adviser’s comments on the essay I’ll be using as a writing sample in my grad school applications, upon which she wrote what is clearly the best comment ever. And I quote: “Derrida is turning in his grave :(” For the record, it was a misunderstanding — in the following paragraph, I proceed to explain why the statement she didn’t like is flawed — but that comment, complete with frowning face, made me lol.

Dammit, this post has nothing to do with anime, manga, or games. I’m done here. Pontifus out!