Memo
Nothing memorable has happenend this Memorial Day: I've been watching Sesame Street, reading some terrific comic books (I have been recently introduced to Milligan's X-Force and Lapham's Stray Bullets), drinking coffee, making toast... There is, in fact, some required reading that needs attending to -- it's for a class on teaching. I'll be teaching a composition course in the fall as part of the assistantship.
I don't get summer, although I like it. Here's the thing: I have quite a bit of free time (reduced work- and courseload), but have managed to do nothing w/ it: it's not as though it's time spent in front of the TV or anything. It's more like I've slowed down all essential activities, inserting pockets of inactivity in-between, so that I'll do a set of push-ups, say, and stare into space for ten minutes immediately afterwards, or write a paragraph, step away from the computer, and pour coffee into the mug, step away from the mug, stare into space, return a few minutes later to add milk & aspartame. Another example: I'm usually out of the gym by nine at the latest. I'm probably firing this off and going to work out immediately (or "immediately" in summer terms) afterwards, but I haven't really prepared much of a breakfast.
This lassitude is not exactly unwelcome. I'm happy it's here at the time it is. Better now than when stuff needs doing. But it's frustrating, because I have a stack of books I mean to get to and have not even touched. And the plans for my domination of the 18-35 demographic across all markets have been put on hold. And the kitchen is a mess. And my bedroom is tidy if you ignore the various piles of papers and bound media scattered all over my desk and the bookshelves. At least the floor is uncluttered.
Nothing memorable has happenend this Memorial Day: I've been watching Sesame Street, reading some terrific comic books (I have been recently introduced to Milligan's X-Force and Lapham's Stray Bullets), drinking coffee, making toast... There is, in fact, some required reading that needs attending to -- it's for a class on teaching. I'll be teaching a composition course in the fall as part of the assistantship.
I don't get summer, although I like it. Here's the thing: I have quite a bit of free time (reduced work- and courseload), but have managed to do nothing w/ it: it's not as though it's time spent in front of the TV or anything. It's more like I've slowed down all essential activities, inserting pockets of inactivity in-between, so that I'll do a set of push-ups, say, and stare into space for ten minutes immediately afterwards, or write a paragraph, step away from the computer, and pour coffee into the mug, step away from the mug, stare into space, return a few minutes later to add milk & aspartame. Another example: I'm usually out of the gym by nine at the latest. I'm probably firing this off and going to work out immediately (or "immediately" in summer terms) afterwards, but I haven't really prepared much of a breakfast.
This lassitude is not exactly unwelcome. I'm happy it's here at the time it is. Better now than when stuff needs doing. But it's frustrating, because I have a stack of books I mean to get to and have not even touched. And the plans for my domination of the 18-35 demographic across all markets have been put on hold. And the kitchen is a mess. And my bedroom is tidy if you ignore the various piles of papers and bound media scattered all over my desk and the bookshelves. At least the floor is uncluttered.
posted by fulmerford at
8:36 AM
