Maybe I can hoist up an entry in the few minutes I have between halves of the
Pistons-Magic series opener.

I’ve got one more day’s worth of antibiotic to take tomorrow, but I can tell
I’m leaving Chest Crud in the dust now that I’m getting my usual energy back
(not that my usual energy is like jet fuel, but anything beats on-your-back
full-body lethargy). I have an absolutely sluggish week to show for it,
but I knew that would be the case after all of the driving the week before.
I managed to bike to campus and back on Friday for the semester’s final 2.5
hours in the Writing Center: three appointments with students I’ve come to know
fairly well this semester. I was winded on the ride home after consulting;
could tell I’d been sitting around for a week, especially after I held on
through the one bona fide hill on the route. Probably would’ve been
smarter to hop off and walk my rickety wheels to the top. Today I went out
twice with Is. in the bike seat for short spins around the neighborhood.
Nothing too rigorous, but Is. has become quite the personal trainer with her
motivational "That way!" and "I want more!" every time we coast back into the
driveway, no matter how long we’ve been riding. Her tirelessness helps me forget
my own tiredness.

Looks like I will be returning to the Writing Center for SU’s Summer 2
session: six weeks of 15 hours per week beginning in late June.

The title above refers to how I have begun to feel about May conferences.
RSA is up in three weeks, and it involves cross-country travel. I still
have a bit of work to do on the one presentation. That one still suffers
from too broad of a scope for the eighteen minutes I’m aiming for. And the
other piece–an installation of sorts–is close, close enough that I need only
to resolve myself to the premise of amateurism grounding the gathering and not
fret about perfecting it over the next three weeks. I’m looking forward to RSA,
but the last two years have given me reason to re-think May conferences. Of
course, about the title: orange blossoms, too, don’t contain much juice, but we
all know how that turns out with a little bit of time.

Late yesterday I scraped together a draft-entry about the Sneakitin.com
kerfluffle re: sponsored CCCC panels. An interesting set of issues
here, but I
haven’t given it the nuance it deserves, especially when there seems to be a
fair amount of strong objection percolating on the lists. Much to add? No, not
me. But I do think it brings up some fairly timely national convention
what ifs about the proposal system, etc.

Second half’s underway…