THIS BLOG IS DEAD

Long live the new blog.

Email with location of new blog forthcoming. If, you know, I actually know your email address.

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lost again in the everywhere and nowhere of the airport.

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I think this blog is finally finished.

Goodnight.

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This is my new friend winston

are my seams showing

No more blogging for the time being. I'm getting away from all media. Call me if you want to talk to me. I could use it right now. I might check email but no promises. Feels like I am being stabbed in the guts constantly.

Never been an emo jackhole and I don't want to start now so I'm going to go find a hole and hide there for a while. If/when I see you, I'm going to try to be chipper but no promises.

Call me

Look here!

Beneath my robe!

That's not safe for work, by the way.

Crap, this too (much safer for work).

I love this story

Looooooooooove it. From the New York Times:

19 Year Old Goth White Supremacist in Stupid Hat Rejected by Republican Committee.

Every word of this is a delight. The reporter is amazing. I'm going to go buy a copy of the Times tomorrow just to say thanks for this story.

Round-faced old men, women who smell of alcohol distributing unsolicited hugs to hatemongers, far-right asshole failing to sign a loyalty oath. How could this get any better? Oh right, it does there at the end: Abraham Lincoln.

Uh, you might want to turn your volume down after clicking that last link because of Dragonforce.

Finished! Done!

Onward and upwards. In the last few days I have submitted an article, finished a draft of another article, presented some research to the local Classics-major undergrads, taken a final exam after taking every anti-cold medicine known to science, graded 70 essays and 70 final exams, calculated the grades for my students, finished a term paper on something I don't care about much, finished another term paper on something else I care about marginally more, and figured out my reading list for my first Ph.D. exam (Latin).

Oh, I also took an exam to demonstrate my proficiency with Italian. Ha ha ha. I don't know officially that my proficiency with Italian is "dumb," but let's be honest. It probably is. As anyone that knows the overseas version of me might have surmised, I am pretty shit at talking foreign tongues. Reading them usually goes better, but as you can probably tell from the previous paragraph, I haven't had much time to read anything extra this semester.

But that's okay. Next semester I'm doing nothing, nothing, nothing but studying for my Latin exam and possibly my minor exam (ancient history). Well, that's not entirely so. I'll also be teaching three times a week - but this is on autopilot at this point - and auditing at least two classes. Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't audit. I should just focus on my exams. But fuck that, I want to take these classes! These are the classes that I came here to take!

The rest of this week is going to be spent writing up some stuff that I should have written up months ago but couldn't get around to because of all the crazy stuff I've been up to. Did I mention that I presented two different conference papers this semester? I did do that. I also put together a dissertation committee (sort of) and a dissertation topic (sort of). Now all I need is infinite time and infinite resources and I'll be done.

So, here we go. Finish up my monograph chapter in the next couple weeks. Then start reading for Latin exam. Then figure out minor exam. Then start teaching. Then avoid doing work in the classes I'm auditing. Then prepare for the program in Portugal in August. Then figure out if I'm digging this summer, and if so, where. Then send many things off for publication (maybe finish them beforehand?). Then start figuring out major exam. Then take Latin exam and minor exam. Then find out if I'm teaching in the summer session. Then go dig and go Portugal. Then catch fire and collapse into a pile of ashes as if I had been attacked by the dread Wendigo.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeendiiiiiiiiiigoooooooooooooooo