Pierre’s Release The Bats because apparently I can still be tempted to buy “how to write” books, but only when they promise to be distinctly unlike most “how to write” books. Usually, that promise turns out to be egregiously false—perhaps because I seem to have parsed the promise as meaning something like “you’ll never need…

Folks, I’m gonna be abandoning the pretentious thing I’ve been doing with these posts—you know, the whole “the department” and “the institution” routine—because it was never particularly funny, and it’s a strain on the basic purpose of these posts, which is to just be like “hey, look what I got myself to read!” Cue half…

Nice that the seasons have shifted sufficiently that there’s now natural light by which to photograph newly accessioned items, eh? Pilates for Men: presumably self-explanatory, especially if one is reminded that the institution’s head is a man in his late 40s who recently quit nicotine, and who does not want to buy a whole new…