D and I are working quietly toward getting enough writing/homework done that we can run a series of errands. Most of them fun, all of then capitalist. The madness of what I'm calling "conference season" is almost upon us. Teh interwebs are full of plaintive cries about the closing of AWP registration. Apparently, more than 7,500 people wanted to go to AWP. I have no idea why. And tomorrow, the students arrive. Like swallows to Capistrano, monarchs to San Andres, and buzzards to Hinckley.
The keyboard is insisting I go back to my other work. I hope to post my ecocomp/poetry pedagogy paper soon. And, also in hope of soonishness, I hope to start work on the syllabi I need to do for my comps. A full-time job sort of sucks up the time, y'know?
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