(That's Poe duh Cremm to you non-francophiles out there)

Besides writing up a passable abstract for this Spring's Narrative Conference, changing the documentation style from MLA to CMS for an article on parodic spectatorship that I'm trying to figure out where to send, and getting used to this blogging thing, one of the things Ann and I have been doing is baking (which is why so many expectant fathers gain "sympathy weight"). So right now, I am trying to concentrate on drawing up compassionate-yet-firm course policies with the fairly potent smell of a chocolate-orange custard wafting about my head.

And Sunday afternoon, I'm whipping up a porcini-and-sundried-tomato risotto for dinner out.

We really go high-tech when olfactory computing hits the market.