Rocked.
Today: one of those days when my main job was to talk, and to talk and to talk and to talk. By the time I reached Bach at 7, my own silence was a loud relief.
posted by Dr. S at 11:13 PM
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Today: one of those days when my main job was to talk, and to talk and to talk and to talk. By the time I reached Bach at 7, my own silence was a loud relief.
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- Hazards and safeties.
- Down with blocks.
- Sights to behold.
- Down, out.
- Again.
- Entanglements and puzzlements.
- Bright, bright.
- Small sorrow.
- Voting.
- Huzzah, huzzah.
2 Comments:
I sympathize. I talked without stopping -- lecturing, discussing, advising -- from 11 am today till well after 6.
Yep, I think that Tuesday was talking from 9:40 (when class started) until 4. And then the grading and the reading could start. Sigh.
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