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First, to provide a minor update on this morning’s news items: Semi-success on the reserving-time front. I had a lunch meeting and then a 3 pm meeting, and the time in between was too short to do much, so I exchanged one parking sticker for another. Whee. At least my wonderful grad student assisting with […]
I didn’t have time this weekend to write a lengthy, thoughtful post, or even a lengthy and thoughtless piece, so you get bits this morning. Reserving Mondays: I’ve shut off my e-mail for now to get some editing tasks done, and I’ll see if I can reserve Mondays for selfish purposes for the entire semester. […]
I started the day with some menial tasks and will continue that for a little while more before donating blood. We’ll see if I’m good for anything tomorrow (often, I’m completely wiped out the day after donating). In the obvious news, there’s nothing like a tropical-storm windfield as large as Louisiana to get your attention […]
One piece of writing today made me want to scream. Another made me want to cry. Others just left me indifferent. While things could go downhill from here, the semester is far more likely to improve. As soon as my spouse gets home, I’m going in search of better writing.
Last week I was in California helping to surprise my mother for her 75th birthday, and despite fears of her finding out in advance (mothers tend to suss out these things), she swears up and down she had no clue. It’s been about 14 years since we all got together in the redwoods and pines […]