I plunked out a long lamentation about workload, strain and self-pity, then
blew it off the monitor with an Elbovian wisp: ‘DEL’. This looks
like it’s going to take a lot of work. With a few small
exceptions–nothing shocking or out of the ordinary–I’m getting exactly what I
bargained for. My only immediate concern is reconciling rhythm with tempo.
Thinking +/- 250 BPM.
So after class tonight I wedged in another mini-span for family
time–frozen (then baked) pizzas and an hour straight of The Family Guy.
Probably could’ve found tickets to hear Michael Moore talk about humor at the
Carrier Dome, but running between classes and colloquia and office hours from
8:30 a.m. this morning until 7:15 p.m. this evening had me feeling like enough
was enough. Figure, as well, that anything remarkable from the talk will hover
over campus for the next few days.
And the final bit, I suppose, is common enough. When I try to write
anything lately, I feel over-stimulated–jammed. I record reading notes, even
post them to my other tinderblog (mostly unlinked scraps, fragments,
orts…or the new fave word of the week: melange). And I’ve been
typing a whole bunch of stuff–response papers and so on. But when I try
to write, I struggle. Ebb?