5

We're experiencing a heat wave and I am doing my best to conserve energy. I zipped around unplugging as many things as possible and am down to 5 appliances.

1 fridge (ass hole energy hog)
1 fan
1 lamp, but only intermittently, while the sun is behind clouds or somesuch
1 computer
1 land line phone

However, all that zipping must have sapped my own last reserves as I have been a slooooooow mofo when it comes to even reading and revising. My focus is just gone.

The summer at the writing center is in high gear and I've been giving many a successful presentation on how to get your diss writing. I know exactly how to procede, but I'm really langorous. And even though Michael will parrot that "those who can't do teach" annoying little saying at me (which I think should probably be changed to "those who can, can't always teach others how to, but sometimes are able to teach, even if they can't always 100% of the time, but usually can, do"--pithy, right? right?), I'm going to argue that a) I'm still recovering from burnout, b) revising, although crucial, is also exceedingly boring and unrewarding, c) my brains have actually become a stew, like chowder in a sourdough bowl, only it's brains in my head. And inedible.

THE LISTS

to do work: Rewrite from beginning through performatic writing section. start organizing files. Read S-E's piece.
done! Rewritten. Now considering if I need more sections to tie up the argument and prove the different directions each author takes. It's kind of the crux of my argument, but I only analyze the places where they are on lock similar and the moment where they are each on the fulcrum of possibility. Well, I think I just blogged my way into convincing myself that I need to write beyond the tipping point section. Damnit. Read Sue-Ellen's piece.

to do life: Pay down debt (currently $1,328.09). Procure dog. Redo taxes. Do fafsa. Send siff letter. Repot ginko tree and cactus. Call kombucha makers re bottle recyclying. Read Theri's paper. Fix beddinge with new screw. Put away clothes. Prep fac club fellowship app.
done! Prepped the rec letters for the app. Put away clothes--a more involved process than it sounds because I brought a bunch of things back from the city and how to sway out my winter shirts and rearrange my closet. I did buy dirt for the plants, so much so that I almost feel obliged to go out and buy more plants. One step closer to the repotting process.

to do blitz: sarah, marilyn, giulia, irmary, mariana, dar, nv, robin, fl, ek, sf, marzena, thérèse, hen.
blitzed! fl, robin, michelle.


Netflixed: The Death of Mr. Lazarescu. I'm finding that Romanian sounds very similar to how it sounds when my Russian friend Nadia speaks Spanish. Except that I understand Nadia and only think I should be understanding Romanian. Otherwise, this was one of the longest movies I have ever seen. Repetitive in an increasingly parodic way, and according to an almost as long and self-indulgent director's featurette, distinguished by linguistic Romanian wordplay and religious symbolism. Alrighty then.