My only journal entry for the last several weeks is this: panic, panic, panic.
I have about a million things on my plate right now, all of which either deeply affect my near future (and I thus care about immensely), deeply affect my students and soon-to-be students (and I thus care about immensely), or deeply affect my sanity (and I thus care about immensely).
So, I apologize to the two people (why only two? don't you people love me?) who have expressed interest or concern regarding my lack of posting. I only have the following story to subside you because I do not have the mental capacity at the current moment to follow thelizabeff's suggestion for a posting. Sorry. Maybe later.
When I lived in Portland I would spend Wednesday nights from 7-8pm walking around southeast listening to "The American Life," my favorite show on any medium. It gave me an immense sense of peace, and now that I can get it on podcast and can listen to it whenever I want (I work when our NPR affiliate plays it), I decided to bundle up for a walk. Unfortunately I cannot just head out my front door because the snow is plowed on sidewalks, so I drove to Westchester Lagoon to walk on the Tony Knowles Coastal Trail. Once I got used to the tender walking that is required when on fresh snow and identified that I needed to get out of the way of cross-country skiers, I quickly lost myself in the stories of Ira Glass and Company. In fact, I got so wrapped up in what was developing in my earphones that I didn't hear the skier coming up behind me until I heard a faint "on your left!" I turned around and a smiling-but-very-very-close Tony Knowles was trying desperately to change directions as to not hit me. After realizing that I was taking up over half of the trail, I jumped to the right and he was able to glide past me without either one of us falling. I couldn't help but smack my head because if there is anyone that should get the right away on the Tony Knowles Coastal trail, it is Tony Knowles.
Is that good enough for now?
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:::wild applause:::
An entertaining anecdote is 100% better than following my suggestion. That was just a last-ditch effort to spark your creative flame.
If you need more sparks, there are blanks on my blog just waiting for you to fill them. It makes "new content" easy. You can also make a go with Aaron and Karl's blanks.
One teensy hesitation: it's "This American Life," not The.
Dammit! Of course it THIS American Life. Do you see what I mean about having a strained mental capacity?
Dammit again! Of course it IS This American Life. sheesh.
HEHEHE. I heart you.
I heart you, too, Mary!
And also I heart Ira Glass!
And sometimes writing out the panic is a good way to deal with the panic (I say this totally selfishly 'cause I really want you to write on this thing more)
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