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Friday, March 26, 2004
 
End of a Long Week...

This has been a long, hard week. I had a lot of work to produce and I've been diligently at work on the conference paper. It didn't help that I treated Wednesday and Thursday night like they were weekend nights (coming home far too late both nights) - but now, it's the end of the week and my batteries need a re-charge. I had to get up early this morning, wash last night out of my hair (another great night closing down the Swedish after hours club) in order to sit in on a very wonderful presentation about "academic book publishing" - it was just an incredible presentation and I think it energized me to gear up to be a scholar and write something that people might actually read (something more than this).

Just the other day I was bragging about the fact that I remain healthy, despite unhealthy behaviors... anyway, I work up this morning with an ironic sore throat. Ironic because I am very healthy and the first time I actually need to get up in front of a room to have people really listen to me, my vocal chords decide to go on strike.

That's not all that might be going on strike. I went to the very long TAA meeting yesterday (it triggered so many horrendous flashbacks of Robert's Rules of Parliamentary Procedure and High School Model UN). Anyway, the two-day walk out / possible grade strike vote passed. So if the contract negotiations don't go well, then consider me a picketer.

What I really need right now is a low-key weekend to put this week behind me. This is actually the LEAST low-key weekend I've had to contend with in ages. I have enough work to relegate me to the quiet and my own company, I have to shoot my 355 project tomorrow afternoon, and I am hosting a prospective student beginning Sunday (this not only means that I have to entertain, but I should tidy up a bit too). I am excited to do my part and host, it's just that the timing couldn't be worse. I have the conference approaching / I am feeling under the weather / and I just have plenty else on my plate at the moment. Next weekend is not only the conference, but also the film festival, so as of Thursday, I'll be spending more time than usual in the dark watching movies or on the bus...

Good movie week - at least in terms of variety - reviews forthcoming: the British Landscape film, Hollis Frampton's Zorris Lemma, Bertolucci's The Dreamers, and tonight Lars Van Trier's Dogville and K.M. 0

I am ready to call it a night, or at least try and get some reading done... but I wanted to give Jack props for taking the first step toward home-ownership. He's put down a serious bid for a condo in Vermont. It sounds gorgeous, but of course I would expect nothing less, and I am routing for him - even though the prospect of having a friend with a mortgage is near terrifying.