http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/jan/23/-sp-secret-history-same-sex-marriage

I remember reading at least one review of the author's book (The Origins of Sex: A History of the First Sexual Revolution by Faramerz Dabhoiwala) that ( Read more... )

Someone asks me which Doctor is the best Doctor. After some waffling about my general lack of familiarity with earlier Doctors and the qualification that "my favorite" does not equal "the best," I write this in fairly quick response:

But--at the moment, anyway--my favorite Doctor is the Eleventh. You probably have some idea of why that is [given ( Read more... )

I am frequently assailed by the desire to drop out of grad school so that I can have more time to read ( Read more... )

No, I totally haven't spent the afternoon reading fic about Rory. Why would you suggest such a crazy thing ( Read more... )

--Sometimes, when I think about how I'm inevitably going to have to move away from this place, I worry that I'm going to wind up someplace without a good public library and a good PBS station. The thought makes me sad. (I've had the good fortune to live in places with very good public libraries thus far--and my home city's library is one of the ( Read more... )

So I had this dream last night that I was supposed to be teaching, only I mixed up the dates and thought that it was the day before I normally teach, so I wasn't prepared--didn't have a handout or notes or anything. I went to class, and then some other people showed up for another class *after* mine; their room had been double-booked, so they were ( Read more... )

Argh. I have to teach King Lear tomorrow. Not looking forward to this. This is my third go-round with this play, and the first two were Not Good. I think a large part of the problem is that my students really want me to tell them what it all *means*, they want to have sorted the play out by the end of the hour, and of course I can't do that--not ( Read more... )

Ah, September... a time of pencils, new notebooks...knots in my stomach at the thought of having to teach...paying my rent and having almost no money in my account, and knowing I won't get a paycheck until the very end of the month ( Read more... )

(Which is what you would say if you had a dog named "First Quarto," I guess. Oh, I'm so tired.) (I totally wanted a dog named Fortinbras, though, because the Murrys in A Wrinkle in Time had one. Fortinbras or Gobo, of all things.)

Blargh.

I'm supposed to teach Hamlet today, which is the last play on the summer school syllabus. And I don't wanna ( Read more... )

Seriously, that sounds good.

Plus, I am in a bad mood anyway (general grad school stuff, oh, and being dumber than everyone else TFing for the class, as evidenced by the differences in the midterm questions we all had to write), so clearly, ice cream is the answer.

Also, I now need to write a paper topic about King Lear that involves the other ( Read more... )