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Movable Type (and spammers' indefatigable efforts to subvert it on their way to filling up my comments) has me currently too exasperated to post here. So I'm trying something new. I'm not committed to shutting down RC&D just yet, but the savvy reader will find "my new home" in the blogroll.
Come on over and say hi, and tell me that's you've been, so I know if this pointer post has been successful.
the semester's going fast; I'm loaded up with work; the kids' birthday is fast approaching; and the spammers have figured a way past the CAPTCHA.
I'm taking a break from the blog for a bit...I'll be back in a bit, though I hope to stop by other blogs in the 'sphere.
But before I go, one last little story...yesterday, I taught "THe Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," one of my favorite poems and one of my favorite lessons...we talked about modernist anxiety, and the ways that it is connected to masculinity, communication, the possibility of action, the possibility of meaning, etc... When I return to my office, a flyer awaits me...
"Feeling Anxious or Nervous?"
Maybe Prufrock needed the counseling center...
When you can simply be interviewed by an online student magazine?
Here, I am featured prominently talking about RMP...
Maybe I'll be blogging more soon, but right now, just very very very busy.
I forgot my parking permit today, which meant I had to park in the local garage, which meant that on my way to my office, I passed the coffee shop that is becoming the unofficial English Department lounge, which meant that I almost certainly had to stop in for a mocha this morning, which meant that I expected to see the student from my Brit Lit class who works behind the counter.
As i walk in, I see she's behind the counter, talking to another student in my class (both of whom I respect immensely, BTW). Neither noticed me, though they were clearly discussing Wednesday's impending midterm and today's review session.
The first full comment I heard was, "Well, he's pretty good at covering the stuff on the syllabus."
"I try," I interjected.
Red faces around. At least they were saying something NICE about me.
Why oh Why did I get 30 spam comments in the last day? When I have visual verification turned on?
Why do they try so hard when they know I'll just delete them?
egads.
Let me first offer this disclaimer. I am NOT going on the job market. Not only am I quite happy in my current position, AND am I completely disinterested in moving, AND on a search committee here at WVU this year, but I am completely loathe to go through the what? 4, 5, 6, months of ego-grinding uncertainty that a job search entails...If I can avoid it, I don't ever want to feel again what I felt for a third of the year every fall and early winter for three years running.
But ...
While the early returns were not promising, there are a few jobs out there now that are pretty attractive...some are bigger name schools where I'd likely collapse under the research pressue, and a few are SLACs where I might feel a bit under the microscope in the small school environment, and for some reason, a few are evidence of the fact that Canadians are inordinately more interested in drama scholars than American institutions...but there are one or two out there, only one or two, mind you, that in other circumstances (like, if I didn't actually have a good job) I'd be salivating over.
I can't tell if the job search season is still (in my second year on the tenure track) part of may seasonal rhythms, or whether my ambition is somehow getting the best of me, or maybe I just want to be closer to a city, but despite all rational reasons to the contrary, I sorta wanna throw my hat in the ring, just in case, maybe, just maybe, they might...pick...me.
Teaching Carnival 13 is up and running.
Call it kismet (or something else entirely), but for whatever reason, I ended up with Doctor's appointments for three different concerns on Friday, each one requiring an X-ray.
The results: