I should really be finish this linguistics paper off. Itâ€™s about hyphens. But itâ€™s not going to happen tonight – probably in the morning. There are a variety of topics I could babble about in this post, and have been meaning to babble about, but the full-bore babbling instinct is out for repairs.
I could talk about my recent guilty enjoyment of a poorly-reviewed PC game, Scarface (which is a brilliant take, I think, on the movie of the same name – Iâ€™ve never played a game based on middleman-level cocaine distribution before).
I could talk about the persuasive writing class I taught tonight, which went well despite my repeated inability to pronounce the names of various OT prophets and the predictable failure of the laptop cart. The major ideas seem to have taken – that the gospels are a series of arguments that present four different perspectives on Jesus and the OT citation schemes that the respective authors use is not dissimilar to what they as students do when supporting their own arguments. Next time Iâ€™ll have a handout for everything instead of just half. There was way too much page-flipping. They kept up, though.
I could talk about my unrealistically optimistic view of the drive to
I could talk about my new, more conservative approach to my doctoral studies. I have more or less decided to cut back some for sanityâ€™s sake. Instead of sending out 3-4 papers this semester, I will aim for 2, and let the others simmer â€™til spring and develop in presentations. This approach should allow me to swim to the shores of Christmas relatively intact. I was in danger of burning out. Itâ€™s still uncomfortable, but I no longer feel panicked.
I could also stop saying that I could talk about something and then start talking about it anyway, too, I guess.