30 August 2005
Papercuts: twice a nice when they're on your tongue
Happily survived the first day of teaching, and actually had a blast. It would've been perfect if not for the torrential rain, but I'm not complaining in light of the weather grief other folks are experiencing these days.
Currently working on a proposal for a new International Poetry class, along with starting my tenure & promotion binder. (Yes, they asked me to do it now and gave me a deadline; I am not that dorky.) Got some actual work done in my office today, and yesterday finally put all the paperclips and post-its and emergency deodorants and stickers and pilot precise v pens in my desk drawers. I am definitely settling in. It sure is nice not having to share an office; no offense to any former officemates of mine, of course, if you're out there.
Taking the night off tonight, after many late-nighters. Longing to feel couch under my back. (Don't know why that sounds so...suggestive.)
Outstanding visit with P.J.--a.k.a. Uncle Patrick if you're Gabi--last weekend. It's so great when you can hang out with your oldest, bestest, beastest friends without feeling awkward or different from the old days. I wasn't sharp enough to think of photographing the tomatoes and basil and peppers from his folks' garden, but I will be enjoying the sauce and pesto for a month. Oh yeah, and his haircut rocks. So glad he's within arm's reach now, albeit long interstate arms, but he's a fella with long arms, so it's all good.
So what about the papercuts?
I'm in the preliminary stages of starting my Big Fall Poetry Submission. My dream last night actually involved 10 X 13 manila envelopes. Anyone else getting ready to send poems out into the abyss? I know some of my Chicago chicas are. How's it going, poets? Should we have a pep rally? Will this be a good year?
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