I haven't posted in ages, I'm not sure if anyone is really even reading much these days, and I've been trying to stay on task with my summer work. But I've got a bunch of things in my head that will just have to go down in the random bullets format that proliferates:

* The next TOP NOVELIST Challenge will be out shortly, so prepare ye, o Daniel, Lucy, Perry, and Suzanne.

* My summer writing schedule is on track: so far, a revise-and-resubmit is revised-and-resubmitted; a performance review is off to the journal, and I found out this morning that an article that's been floating around for a bit has been accepted for an anthology that already seems to have a publisher. So one month into the summer and I'm meeting my writing goals.

* I'm not meeting my reading goals, mostly because I keep adding tot he list--when one play b y Edward Bond wasn't doing it for me, I read three to find the one I wanted. Four Martin McDonagh plays instead of three, and the whole Sarah Kane oeuvre. I read two Sarah Daniels plays and didn't like either of them for my purposes, and am adding a whol other playwright to my summer reading o see if her work is a better replacement.

* I'm flying to Seattle on Thursday for my friend Fritz's wedding. I get to read one of my favorite poems ever, which I may blog on Friday for my first-ever Friday poetry blogging. I'm hoping that the cross-country flights and long drive from SEA-TAC to Mazama will offer time to catch up on the reading schedule.

* The roofers are here banging on my ceiling. They are also going to clean our gutters. Hopefully all of this will help the flooding and leaking that happened here.

* Oh, I didn't tell you about the flooding? I wasn't here, but Ann was: apparently our garage was leaking from the side wall, and the water, instead of running to the drain, was going straight for the door into the house. It looks like we might eventually need to replace a bit of carpet.

* The reason I wasn't here on Friday was that I was celebrating my great friend Leslie's fantastic dissertaion defense. Dr. Jansen is doing some truly important work on female masculinity and nationalism in 18th-century England.

* Ann is starting to train with a friend of ours for a sprint triathlon, so I have decided to join her at least for some of the swim training, and maybe some of the cycling. Yesterday we went to do laps. My god that was hard. I though that, "oh, laps in the pool are a cinch, I'll be fine." Yeah right, as soon as I stop swallowing water, put my thumping heart back in its place, and get some actual form, instead of flailing about like a 12-year-old playing Marco Polo.

* I've just gotten tickets to see Toad the Wet Sprocket on tour with Big Head Todd and the Monsters. Toad will be hitting the DC area the night before this Cultural Studies and Critical Pedagogy seminar that I'm participating in. I've seen Toad, at best count, five times now (maybe six), and while they're not like my favorite band ever, I have been going with my friend Jenn for the last several. They do put on a pretty nice little show.

* This whole marriage defense emandement or whatever it's called is just pissing me off. Just to go on record there.

OK, that's plenty, I s'pose. I should probably stop procrastinating and get to work doing research on radical pedagogy and performance theory. funfunfun.