it's not the end, the earth has not swallowed me yet
Daniel spent this weekend with Kevin and me. We had dinner at Port o' Call (so much food) and walked down Frenchman St, listening to the street music and a couple of rock shows. We found a bluegrass all-female quartet playing in a doorway and hung out to watch them for a few songs. Saturday was Morning Call for coffee (Daniel) and hot chocolate (me) and beignets (shared), and we stopped at Izzo's for lunch. Kevin stayed at home and slept in, my silly boy. Friends came over, we watched TV, I finished the first book Dr Loomis recommended for my thesis. It was very, very dense; I'm hopeful the others will go faster.
So, um. My students have midterms next week. I have five more books to work through for my thesis. My committee members will be returning their comments to me within this next week, so that I can do more revising. Next weekend (March 8-10) I'll be volunteering at the SCRC and doing tarot card readings for the Queen Elizabeth I Society's annual party. Speaking of, Dr Loomis wants to pay me $100 to read cards for two hours - and she was apologizing for how modest a fee it is! And I get free lunch at the conference the next day! Fantastic stuff.
I have notes put together for the last part of my thesis. It's a series of connected poems, and it's not done - well, it's kind of done, as in the end is written, but it's not complete. I have, I think, three to five more poems to draft for it. I have one poem to draft as a companion piece to a poem in the first section of my thesis, and I have one poem to revise, likely extensively, and retitle. And that's my list of changes; that's without having seen what my committee members have to say, which I'm sure can be summarized as "Lots of things to change".
On the plus side, though, Dr Loomis (she's on my committee as well as doing all the other things) wrote in an email, "I'm being haunted by some of your lines, which is my personal test of good poetry." That's pretty much the best thing I've been told, like, ever.
I want to sit around and talk and organize and clean things and walk around in the sunshine. The next month, though, is one of those points where I just ... can't. I have Things To Do in a serious way, so now I get to srs the hell up and do them. I am a leaf on the wind.
Watch how I soar.
So, um. My students have midterms next week. I have five more books to work through for my thesis. My committee members will be returning their comments to me within this next week, so that I can do more revising. Next weekend (March 8-10) I'll be volunteering at the SCRC and doing tarot card readings for the Queen Elizabeth I Society's annual party. Speaking of, Dr Loomis wants to pay me $100 to read cards for two hours - and she was apologizing for how modest a fee it is! And I get free lunch at the conference the next day! Fantastic stuff.
I have notes put together for the last part of my thesis. It's a series of connected poems, and it's not done - well, it's kind of done, as in the end is written, but it's not complete. I have, I think, three to five more poems to draft for it. I have one poem to draft as a companion piece to a poem in the first section of my thesis, and I have one poem to revise, likely extensively, and retitle. And that's my list of changes; that's without having seen what my committee members have to say, which I'm sure can be summarized as "Lots of things to change".
On the plus side, though, Dr Loomis (she's on my committee as well as doing all the other things) wrote in an email, "I'm being haunted by some of your lines, which is my personal test of good poetry." That's pretty much the best thing I've been told, like, ever.
I want to sit around and talk and organize and clean things and walk around in the sunshine. The next month, though, is one of those points where I just ... can't. I have Things To Do in a serious way, so now I get to srs the hell up and do them. I am a leaf on the wind.
Watch how I soar.