On Reading and Discovery

Don’t get me wrong: my mother read to me when I was a kid.  As did my grandmother.  As did my father.  As I’m sure as did some other people, too. But while it is true that I had adults reading to me, the reality is that from the time that I could read (and, [...]

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In Which the Reports (Made by Me to Myself) of My Well-Adjusted Scholarliness Were Greatly Exaggerated

I’ve been thinking a lot over the past couple of weeks, as I’ve embarked on the massive reading load for AST, of my experience in my Ph.D. program.  See, it turns out, the post-traumatic left-overs that I’d buried in my subconscious during my relatively idyllic time on the tenure-track and, now, post-tenure life, are resurfacing.  [...]

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Lazy

I should probably be reading.  Or doing something else productive.  But I have a work date with CC this afternoon, so I have to admit, I don’t feel a huge amount of motivation to read now, when I will be peer-pressured into reading later.  I think I’m going to make a deal with myself that [...]

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Post-Semester Angst

Luckily, I’ve been through this enough times that I can diagnose it for what it is, but it doesn’t make it suck less.  I suppose, looking on the bright side, at least I’m not sick, which oftentimes is one of the symptoms.  Nah, I feel fine, except for I’m… ugh. Part of my problem is [...]

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Some Initial Thoughts on My Shiny New Kindle

So, I’m about a third of the way through Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom (which is motherfucking totally and incontrovertibly awesome, at least so far, for so many reasons but mainly the thing that I love about Franzen is just his gorgeous sentences which are, like, I don’t know, dream sentences or sentences from some sort of [...]

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