*wincingly ironic, ya know*
Gave my first and second academic papers on Friday. The first one went fairly well; the second one not quite so. Especially when one of the audience members felt it incumbent upon her to declaim for over ten minutes against my topic, just as I was getting into the meat of my subject — a little frustrating, that. And my technology didn't work because the hotel didn't provide an internet connection. But oh well.
Am teaching a proofreading course next weekend. (SURPRISE! You never know *what* you're going to learn by reading your e-mail.) That'll be easy-peasy after the semester I've had.
Not quite over, that semester I've had. Wednesday, it'll be over. Then convocation on Thursday. Must find a black, long-sleeved gauzy blouse between now and then...
Meanwhile, I have been asked to review another academic article. Yay!
And next week I'm going to start bouldering wearing Roap.
The biggest news of all: Bruce's knee is in excellent shape, healing nicely, flexible and strong. Thanks be to those so due.
Now reading: The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore and My Heartbeat by Garret Freyman-Weyr.
Must go mark.
L
PS: Thanks for the beautiful flowers, Bruce! They made the day especially memorable.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday, Bruce!
Time to sample from the wisdom of the ages.
• No wise man ever wished to be younger. — Jonathan Swift
• Every man over forty is a scoundrel. — George Bernard Shaw.
• Age is a high price to pay for maturity. — Tom Stoppard
Hmm...
• Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words. — Plautus
That's it! Here's to remembering birthdays and forgetting ages. Enjoy!
love,
Leslie and Zak
Time to sample from the wisdom of the ages.
• No wise man ever wished to be younger. — Jonathan Swift
• Every man over forty is a scoundrel. — George Bernard Shaw.
• Age is a high price to pay for maturity. — Tom Stoppard
Hmm...
• Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words. — Plautus
That's it! Here's to remembering birthdays and forgetting ages. Enjoy!
love,
Leslie and Zak
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Censorship?
Which ad would you rather see?
Or
Seriously, I want to know. A local publication has refused to run the first ad after a reader complained about the second. I'm not going to tell you what I think just yet. So, in the meantime, please comment (you can do it anonymously, ya know!). See, down there by my signature where it says "comments"? Click there, pass the stupid human test, and leave me your thoughts. I'm counting on you, you know -- I'm giving a presentation on censorship next week! PLEASE!
Thanks.
Love,
Leslie
----------------------> click somewhere over here >>>
Or
Seriously, I want to know. A local publication has refused to run the first ad after a reader complained about the second. I'm not going to tell you what I think just yet. So, in the meantime, please comment (you can do it anonymously, ya know!). See, down there by my signature where it says "comments"? Click there, pass the stupid human test, and leave me your thoughts. I'm counting on you, you know -- I'm giving a presentation on censorship next week! PLEASE!
Thanks.
Love,
Leslie
----------------------> click somewhere over here >>>
Friday, April 14, 2006
The day after the day before
Hmm. It's been a month almost since my last update. A lot happens in a month. In two weeks I'll be presenting at ELAC. It's probably time to write my paper, then. Hmm hmm hmm.
Do you know about You Tube? I suppose I'm possibly the last human with internet to learn about it, but now I have and have squandered a couple of hours watching old Kate Bush vids, including two live takes of "Suspended in Gaffa." I remember trying to work out that routine from the official video, particularly the part with special effects that can't be replicated by a dancer. Thinking about my interpretation and watching Kate's early choreography, I'm satisfied with how it all turned out so many many years ago. The thought of dancing -- or not dancing -- makes me wistful. I wonder if I could book time in one of the studios at JP over the summer. (Well, Brian Webb can do it, so why shouldn't I?) I also watched the alternative promotional video for "Running Up That Hill," which features Kate's band on stage dressed like monks in long brown robes. Kate herself assumes the role of a minister at a pulpit, delivering a passionate oratory in an ankle-length overcoat. In the final seconds of the clip, she takes up a wooden bow, fits an arrow in it, and kneels at the front of the stage, preparing to pierce the sky. Quite beautiful, really, in the post-apocalyptic manner of the mid 1980s.
Just finished a compelling novel called Stay with Me by Garret Freymann-Weyr. The story is very simple -- a sixteen-year-old girl lives through the year after her older sister commits suicide -- but the narrative is strikingly complex and richly ornamented. I recommend this book highly.
School is quietly winding down. Soon it will be May and I will be getting ready to take the chair of my department. Unfortunately, this appointment has turned out to be unexpectedly fraught. One of my colleagues now refuses to speak to me, the current chair is having trouble relinquishing his hold on the department, and another colleague seems intent on getting herself fired and taking me with her. But, on the bright side, I will be travelling to Toronto and Montreal at the end of May, and that destination makes holding on a little longer worthwhile.
Well, I know there's more to say but I need to run off to the grocery. Enjoy your weekend festivities if you're observing. I'll write more one of these days...
L
Do you know about You Tube? I suppose I'm possibly the last human with internet to learn about it, but now I have and have squandered a couple of hours watching old Kate Bush vids, including two live takes of "Suspended in Gaffa." I remember trying to work out that routine from the official video, particularly the part with special effects that can't be replicated by a dancer. Thinking about my interpretation and watching Kate's early choreography, I'm satisfied with how it all turned out so many many years ago. The thought of dancing -- or not dancing -- makes me wistful. I wonder if I could book time in one of the studios at JP over the summer. (Well, Brian Webb can do it, so why shouldn't I?) I also watched the alternative promotional video for "Running Up That Hill," which features Kate's band on stage dressed like monks in long brown robes. Kate herself assumes the role of a minister at a pulpit, delivering a passionate oratory in an ankle-length overcoat. In the final seconds of the clip, she takes up a wooden bow, fits an arrow in it, and kneels at the front of the stage, preparing to pierce the sky. Quite beautiful, really, in the post-apocalyptic manner of the mid 1980s.
Just finished a compelling novel called Stay with Me by Garret Freymann-Weyr. The story is very simple -- a sixteen-year-old girl lives through the year after her older sister commits suicide -- but the narrative is strikingly complex and richly ornamented. I recommend this book highly.
School is quietly winding down. Soon it will be May and I will be getting ready to take the chair of my department. Unfortunately, this appointment has turned out to be unexpectedly fraught. One of my colleagues now refuses to speak to me, the current chair is having trouble relinquishing his hold on the department, and another colleague seems intent on getting herself fired and taking me with her. But, on the bright side, I will be travelling to Toronto and Montreal at the end of May, and that destination makes holding on a little longer worthwhile.
Well, I know there's more to say but I need to run off to the grocery. Enjoy your weekend festivities if you're observing. I'll write more one of these days...
L
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