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There's a woman-child up in Saskatoon whose livejournal The Science of Awesomeness I want you all to add. She lost a hard-drinking but much-adored dad last month and is now leaving the job she has had in a fabrics shop. Her writing voice is playful, surreal, Anglophiliac, sometimes cuttingly funny and rich with those diamond glimpses of honesty we hope to find when we read. She only gets 5 comments per entry. How criminal is that?
The parents came today here from SW Arkansas and brought over the furniture my mom bought for a few dollars from a nursing home auction. So instead of two bizarre plastic padded chairs that each look like the pattern of shirts worn by Sonny Bono in 1974, I now have more acceptable furniture than the front room can contain.
I went to La Cabana for dinner to have a couple beers, a nice appetizer and to wish xgoatx and his wife-to-be smileyfaced all success. It was gratifying to see again the daughter of a fellow faculty member who is becoming a mentor for me. It was also nice to have a young lady sitting across from me say she couldn't believe I was actually nearing 35. At least I think that's what I heard. Could have been the two Negro Mondalas. But anyway . . .
It won't be the same in the writing center without ol' xgoatx. But then it'll also not be the same there without me. The next couple weeks are my last ones there. I think it's the chance to get to know and usually befriend my coworkers, chosen from our English majors that I'll miss most.
Speaking of English majors, there are only two early registrants to my US Civil War Novels course. If only it didn't meet on Thursday night from 6-9. If only it weren't on war during a time when we're in the deep darkness of another stupid war. If only I'd promoted the course better, or at all. But after the Va. Tech thing, I just couldn't bring myself to put up satirical ads about Lee's battlefield goofups or Abe Lincoln going Donald Trump on most of his generals. "George McClellan, You're Fired! (tm)." We have yet to hear from all the grad students though. So there may still be a slight chance I can actually teach some lit next semester.
The parents came today here from SW Arkansas and brought over the furniture my mom bought for a few dollars from a nursing home auction. So instead of two bizarre plastic padded chairs that each look like the pattern of shirts worn by Sonny Bono in 1974, I now have more acceptable furniture than the front room can contain.
I went to La Cabana for dinner to have a couple beers, a nice appetizer and to wish xgoatx and his wife-to-be smileyfaced all success. It was gratifying to see again the daughter of a fellow faculty member who is becoming a mentor for me. It was also nice to have a young lady sitting across from me say she couldn't believe I was actually nearing 35. At least I think that's what I heard. Could have been the two Negro Mondalas. But anyway . . .
It won't be the same in the writing center without ol' xgoatx. But then it'll also not be the same there without me. The next couple weeks are my last ones there. I think it's the chance to get to know and usually befriend my coworkers, chosen from our English majors that I'll miss most.
Speaking of English majors, there are only two early registrants to my US Civil War Novels course. If only it didn't meet on Thursday night from 6-9. If only it weren't on war during a time when we're in the deep darkness of another stupid war. If only I'd promoted the course better, or at all. But after the Va. Tech thing, I just couldn't bring myself to put up satirical ads about Lee's battlefield goofups or Abe Lincoln going Donald Trump on most of his generals. "George McClellan, You're Fired! (tm)." We have yet to hear from all the grad students though. So there may still be a slight chance I can actually teach some lit next semester.