Settlement
So we settled on our new townhome last night. 3 Bedrooms in College Park.
Pictures forthcoming, perhaps.
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So we settled on our new townhome last night. 3 Bedrooms in College Park.
Pictures forthcoming, perhaps.
In case the Quizno's commercials haven't given you enough of a taste of the spongemonkies . . .
http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song/
The question is: are lighbulbs higher up than puffins, and how is a single chopstick more useful than a fork for eating vegetable soup?
Odd that this should be an afterthought, and yet it was. As a result of of a very small paperwork snafu, my graduation was delayed some nine months beyond my defense.
So when it was finally time for me to don the mortarboard and gown last Friday, I was, well, underwhelmed. Certainly some of this phlegmatic response to a major marker in my life/career was facilitated by general sleep deprivation, and some by the time issue. And certainly the liminal, threshold-crossing character of the moment was undermined by the fact that I have been a full-time assistant professor for a full academic year, so the material conditions of grad-student status were already a thing of the past.
So getting hooded was sort of an anti-climax, but at least I've got my diploma in hand, and there's no asterix next to the "Dr." Maybe I'll get a tattoo. Surely that'll feel real.
Ambivalent as I am about the continued blogging, here I am. There seemed to be a little spate of similar ambivalence a few months ago, as some herders were a) bogged down in the spring semester, b) were finding that much of what they had hoped to say, they had said, and c) they were very busy.
So, ok, all of the above.
I tried for a bit in the spring to blog in response to my class, but found that my students were neither reading nor responding, so I found that the effort there was not worth the reward.
last fall, I thought I could blog about new fatherhood, in a way that tried to question all the expectations about new fathers, etc. Unfortunately, being a new father who doesn't just let his wife handle childcare makes blogging about being a father who doesn't just let his wife handle the childcare really hard.
And early confesisonal entries just seemed, well, self-indulgent and maybe a little too self-revelatory.
Unlike Jason, Matt, and many of the other herders I'm not doing my best thinking about technology, but rather about live performance and theatre, something that technology comlicates in ways I'm just not prepared to address. Sure, I could make this an online review of plays I see, etc. I'm just not entirely sure how useful that is.
So while I may pop in here every now and again, I'm still waiting for a blog identity to form, and with baby christenings, moving (not unlike Jason and Lisa), turning, um, thirty, trying to get some academic prose written, and spending a lot of hours caring for two total cuties, that identity may take a while.
Suggestion warmly welcomed.