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Sep. 5th, 2012 08:54 amI've spent the last hour arguing with my computer. I want both of us to work: it prefers that neither of us do. It's now settled down, just in time for me to write this before I teach.
I think I'm going to surprise my class with an easy way to remember the form of haiku today, and with a lesson in classical rhetoric. It will be good for their souls.
I am definitely giving a paper in Melbourne in November. It's even half-written, for I promised something on which I did the research last year for something else entirely and that something else fell through. This means that I have a day's work getting it into form and making a coherent argument, but that day's work can wait until after I've finished the idiot doctorate. This is all good. I get to Melbourne and I get to not waste some rather interesting work on the nature of world building and how what happens beneath the narrative has an effect on how we read the narrative from a gender perspective.
I meant to blog last night, for the class on Medieval Women took some strange turns, but I was too tired. I didn't get any work done after class last night, in fact, but I made up for it this morning while my computer was sulking. I made the mistake of counting the books I need to read in a hurry and as of this moment, every page counts. Fortunately, they're all interesting, and happily, they make a nice arithmetic progression: one solid history, two spec fic and three YA. I am not counting beyond three, for the count goes up to seven and the longer that list is the lower my probability is of completing it. All I was to do now is type 3! as my reading until Saturday.
Everything else I forget, which means my brain is entering teaching mode and I am focussed on my class, not on my other work. I suspect this means I might have a bus to catch.
I think I'm going to surprise my class with an easy way to remember the form of haiku today, and with a lesson in classical rhetoric. It will be good for their souls.
I am definitely giving a paper in Melbourne in November. It's even half-written, for I promised something on which I did the research last year for something else entirely and that something else fell through. This means that I have a day's work getting it into form and making a coherent argument, but that day's work can wait until after I've finished the idiot doctorate. This is all good. I get to Melbourne and I get to not waste some rather interesting work on the nature of world building and how what happens beneath the narrative has an effect on how we read the narrative from a gender perspective.
I meant to blog last night, for the class on Medieval Women took some strange turns, but I was too tired. I didn't get any work done after class last night, in fact, but I made up for it this morning while my computer was sulking. I made the mistake of counting the books I need to read in a hurry and as of this moment, every page counts. Fortunately, they're all interesting, and happily, they make a nice arithmetic progression: one solid history, two spec fic and three YA. I am not counting beyond three, for the count goes up to seven and the longer that list is the lower my probability is of completing it. All I was to do now is type 3! as my reading until Saturday.
Everything else I forget, which means my brain is entering teaching mode and I am focussed on my class, not on my other work. I suspect this means I might have a bus to catch.