Author: Timothy Yu

Spent some time working this afternoon in the Emory Lee papers, a great collection of Asian American materials from the past 30 years donated to the Stanford library by an alum. Lee seems to have collected copies of every ephemeral journal, report, flyer, and newsletter published by Asian Americans since 1970. The materials haven’t been fully cataloged and so are…

Benito Vergara (aka The Wily Filipino) has posted a 3-part (!) response to some of the discussions Eileen and I have been having about Asian American poetry–my original post on the subject having been spurred by my earlier discussion with David Hess on Gary Sullivan’s “70 Lines from the Chinese.” Got all that? And in the meantime, Eileen (yesterday) posted…

A new piece by Geoff Nunberg on Fresh Air yesterday on the politics of polysyndeton (a rhetorical figure that takes the form “a and b and c and d…”). Geoff finds that polysyndeton has become a common weapon in the arsenal of the kitschy conservative columnist. (You can listen to the piece on the Fresh Air website.) When Geoff first…

Alan DeNiro pointed out the FoE! (Friends of Eggers) Log, which (formerly) tracked the varied doings of “the Dave” and his friends.

Kasey, it’s not too late–TMBG are allegedly doing at least two more shows at the Great American Music Hall. And no Dave Eggers to spoil the fun.

Sunday’s epic battle: McSweeney’s vs. They Might Be Giants at Stanford’s Memorial Auditorium. The show is basically an in-the-flesh version of McSweeney’s #6, which comes complete with a CD soundtrack from TMBG, each track assigned to a selection in the magazine by an elaborate chart in the front. Apparently McSweeney’s diabolical mastermind Dave Eggers approached TMBG and asked them to…

I think Eileen is making fun of me, although I’m not sure. My little bit the other day about my own adventures in Asian American poetry. Hum. Well, I had been sort of hoping nobody would probe too closely into said unnamed Asian American publication, knowing, of course, that Eileen was an editor emerita–but she called me out. I like…

The SPD open house yesterday was like a physical analogue of blogland. When I walked into the warehouse–a big cavernous room with rows of 20-foot-high metal shelving stacked high with books–I immediately saw Stephanie standing in the central aisle, arms full of books. As I stood there talking to her people kept materializing out of the stacks and Stephanie would…