Lunch

I can’t mark while munching because I don’t want to return my students’ papers festooned with crumbs, but I don’t mind be-crumbing my keyboard.  Between bites I’ve booked my flight to Lincoln for DH2013.  The booking feels like a promissory note — an IOU to Lesbian and Gay Liberation in Canada, one of my research projects, ensuring it that I will get down to brass tacks once the semester is over.

My research partner, Michelle Schwartz, sent me a rather grim Onion article the other day as a reminder not to let the LGLC project get buried under other tasks.  Point taken.