2/8: remembering
...Chris' Uncle Frank, who passed away yesterday. There was one summer night when he, Chris, and I sat on the deck on Chris' parents house in New Jersey and talked for hours while watching a spider weave a web. He could make anything into a story just by his telling.
2/7: manifesto, Manifesta
While I was eating breakfast I wrote out some thoughts about literary studies and travel that had been on my mind since yesterday. It ended up reading a bit like a manifesto, and that made me think that my superhero name could be Manifesta.
2/6: a student likening
...a 19th century painting of Odysseus' first encounter with Nausicaa to Tarzan meeting Jane.
2/5: first thing, last thing
One of the first things I did this morning was read some of Abigail by Magda Szabo (even though I probably shouldn't have taken the time to do so). One of the last things I'm going to do this evening is finish it (even if it means staying up a little later than I should).
2/3: office hours
I had a shaky start to the day: a misunderstanding at home, some awkward-for-me-to-manage moments in one class, and then--in another class--a technological glitch that derailed my carefully planned lesson. But then two students came to office hours, and it was grounded and real to talk with each of them.
2/2: in the morning
...I took a quick spin around the cove in my kayak. I love the white-trunked trees and their reflections on the water.
2/1: in honor of
...the upcoming Iowa caucuses I made a vegetarian version of loose meat sandwiches for dinner this evening. I doubled the spices and the taste was still fairly mild in a way that might take some getting used to. After hearing about this regional sandwich years ago, I'm glad I finally gave it a try.
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