neverwhere

thenelsontwins:

As stated days ago.  My favorite author, David Foster Wallace, recently passed into the great ether, which quite literally, breaks my heart.  I received an article from a local newspaper from a coworker about one journalist’s relationship with him during his years at Illinois Wesleyan.  Again, I refer to my broken heart.

And if that were not enough I came along this link.  This is exactly the kind of professor I would have loved to have.  Even if I had no idea who he was outside of academia, this is the type I gravitated towards.  This is the type that is most like me.

If only I could have taken this class.  If only.  I am most assuredly going to be picking up the readings.  An author that taught me more about myself through a NYT bestseller without even knowing who I was.  I can only imagine the width and breadth of his skill in discussing and teaching was tremendous, moving, and powerfully resonant.

As I read through the syllabus, I caught myself entertaining the idea of heading out to old Pomona U and taking a semester off to just take that class.  Screw it, we’re going to California!  That would be my dream.  A beautiful location, with a beautiful school, with an incredible class.  A one semester sabbatical with the Strangelet and DFW in California.

But unfortunately…