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I am still working out my article on the troop surge in Iraq. It is coming nicely, but today after six very productive hours of working on it, thoughts were "blurring" together in the sea of gray that comes from blurred text. I think it is coming together nicely, and my intention is to have a finished draft (meaning, written out instead of outlined thoughts) to Jim for editing by the end of the week. I've got some other papers lined up, including my Indiana and War on Terror (awaiting some information from the Muncie StarPress), the Johnstown Flood thing with Mary, the Tornadoes and Trailers thing from my old Masters research, and an idea I'm kicking around about comparing New Orleans to Iraq as a space of military occupation.
Shhhh! Not that the 2.5 people who read this rag actually would care about "stealing" my research ideas.
You know, that could be five papers out by next year. That's a good start (and only that) on getting tenure just about anywhere.
I've also in the process of growing the testicles (again, I'm not implying biological differences in sex leading to different characteristics, it's just late and I lack another cliche in my verbal sheathe) to make the change I need to make in my committee. Certainly bridges may well be burned, but I'm getting encouragement from a number of sources to do what's best for me... for a change. I'm shooting for tomorrow.
I know that once I make that change, I'll be able to better focus my energies on my proposal and not on fretting the decision and its implications.
Amy seems to be enjoying her job at the zoo. I am very very happy for and proud of her. I do, honestly, miss that 3:30 to 6:30 pm time slot that we used to get to spend together but now don't. It's okay, though, because after a day of working at the zoo, she's not the melancholy zombie she was after a day at the hotel. She also doesn't walk in and immediately turn on the television, which had become a pet peeve of mine.
I fear our mattress may be about shot. It's a hand-me-down queen size mattress that we got shortly before we married from one of Amy's cousins who used it at least five years before passing it along. Last night, I got stabbed in the back by a protruding spring part. It wouldn't be so worrisome, I guess (I could put a towel over it or something, right?), but it did put a little metal splinter in my back that made the stabbing spot itch all day until I contorted myself into a position to remove said splinter. Luckily, we flipped the mattress over for tonight, but I think that's a fair sign of the beginning-of-the-end. That's too bad, really, because mattresses are expensive and we are poor. Mattresses, though, are one of those things that can make life miserable in a real hurry if not paid attention to.
Okay, I'm drifting off between paragraphs. Good night.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on May 30, 2007 10:37 PM | Permalink
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