My semester refuses to go off into that good night no matter how much I scream at it and call it a cunt-whore-promiscuous dick-demon. Problems that I ignored in February have now festered into gangrene and my students keep coming to me with questions "about the future" as if I have any answers for them. Because, "find something and work hard at it," seems not to be the answer they seek, I'm going to switch to, "Winter is coming." Also, dear Colleagues and Graduate Students: if the diss/thesis begins with a philistine rant about postcolonial studies, Foucault, and/or whining about how empire is about white people too, I'm not going to like it. Stop putting me on your committee. If this means I'll never have to read anything in Canadian history ever again, then that's a hit I'll have to take. At some point I *will* start withholding the signature - will it be Friday? Will it be a different time? Hard to say but sooner or later I will have enough courage and/or be ready to jeopardize my standing in the department to call you out on your bullshit. Also, I wish there were more swear words in "Who Needs the Nation?".
Other than that, things are good! There are leaves on the trees (almost)! I'm not busy writing a lecture for tomorrow! This time next month I'll be in Balto with E and Montoya! Am trying to focus on that.
