I have not been writing. Anywhere. Much. There's not much to write. Here are the contours of my red-carpet life:
1. Once a week I waddle over to physical therapy in a futile attempt to ameliorate a worsening case of sciatica that affects my right side. The therapist and I chat as I lie on my back and let her push my big toe into my nostril. On the other days I stretch myself while looking at a Dexter DVD upside down. It all seems to help. For a while. Lately the pain has come back with a vengeance and if Husband No. 1, Cuthbert, is nearby I am prone to bite his shoulder, not with passion but with chagrin from having turned over in bed too fast.
2. I am taking the same mathematics class that brought me to my knees last semester. Different professor, different angle. Up until this week it was familiar. Now we are studying logic, er, make that Logic and its Rules of Inference: Modus ponens and modus tollens. Ugh. I wasted hours 'net-surfing yesterday instead of cracking the code of this stuff. Cuthbert thinks I am getting my comeuppance. Maybe, but I still can't see what's wrong with the following:
All Australians have noses.
I have a nose.
Therefore, I am an Australian.
whah? whah?
3. Lately, I have been thinking what it'll be like to be student teaching at my age. I will tell the students that they're actually quite lucky. The odds are that while I may be in class on a Friday, perhaps I'll die in my sleep over the weekend and they won't have to take the exam. Morbid and black humor is an acquired taste and I have a hunch it doesn't work with American teenagers (just like it doesn't work with Husband No. 1), so I'll have to come up with something else.
4. Went to go see a marvelous work-in-progress last night at New Haven's The Big Room. Abe Gomez-Delgado's "Isla de la Mona (Part I)". One thing I will say is: had me fooled. You can read about it via the link.
5. Spring is coming. The days are longer and warmer. Now that some of the snow has melted I've discovered that the leeks are still green. (In a nuclear holocaust all that will be left are plastic bags, cockroaches and these damn leeks all over my yard.) It is a season of renewal and I am hoping that it lifts my boat, too.
That is all.
1. Once a week I waddle over to physical therapy in a futile attempt to ameliorate a worsening case of sciatica that affects my right side. The therapist and I chat as I lie on my back and let her push my big toe into my nostril. On the other days I stretch myself while looking at a Dexter DVD upside down. It all seems to help. For a while. Lately the pain has come back with a vengeance and if Husband No. 1, Cuthbert, is nearby I am prone to bite his shoulder, not with passion but with chagrin from having turned over in bed too fast.
2. I am taking the same mathematics class that brought me to my knees last semester. Different professor, different angle. Up until this week it was familiar. Now we are studying logic, er, make that Logic and its Rules of Inference: Modus ponens and modus tollens. Ugh. I wasted hours 'net-surfing yesterday instead of cracking the code of this stuff. Cuthbert thinks I am getting my comeuppance. Maybe, but I still can't see what's wrong with the following:
All Australians have noses.
I have a nose.
Therefore, I am an Australian.
whah? whah?
3. Lately, I have been thinking what it'll be like to be student teaching at my age. I will tell the students that they're actually quite lucky. The odds are that while I may be in class on a Friday, perhaps I'll die in my sleep over the weekend and they won't have to take the exam. Morbid and black humor is an acquired taste and I have a hunch it doesn't work with American teenagers (just like it doesn't work with Husband No. 1), so I'll have to come up with something else.
4. Went to go see a marvelous work-in-progress last night at New Haven's The Big Room. Abe Gomez-Delgado's "Isla de la Mona (Part I)". One thing I will say is: had me fooled. You can read about it via the link.
5. Spring is coming. The days are longer and warmer. Now that some of the snow has melted I've discovered that the leeks are still green. (In a nuclear holocaust all that will be left are plastic bags, cockroaches and these damn leeks all over my yard.) It is a season of renewal and I am hoping that it lifts my boat, too.
That is all.
