Not drowning, just waving...

It seems I may have fallen off the face of the Earth. This morning someone contacted me, saying "Jim and I were talking about you, and we'd decided you might have died. Hope you're still among the living." It was only one of several messages in the last four or five days that indicated, in varying degrees, that I might be in one of those "Quiet. TOO quiet." moments.

So for anyone who was wondering, no, I'm not gone, dead, or disinterested. I am, however, quite possibly the most boring person around these days, with so little to report that I should probably be depressed about it. As blogging goes, I've got so little inspiration that I could be in a Milli-Vanilli cover band. I'm embarrassed to admit that even as I write this, I'm half-tempted to just post song lyrics. But I'm not in sixth grade, and I think it'd just seem like some sort of depression to the untrained eye. And I can't have that as I've been enjoying myself in very quiet ways, having spent lots of time on the phone recently talking about nothing in particular which is a subject at which I seem to excel. And I'm slowly pushing into the book writing, even as the rest of my month threatens to evaporate with a slew of campus interviews for the position we're hiring for (as opposed to the sorts of campus interviews I'd want, where I'm being courted).

I did manage to finesse the schedules a bit for most of the visits so that I can make my appearances and then return to the book, so thanks to everyone who offered advice on that a few posts back. And I am excited to have scammed a trip to Boston next week to visit a few friends. And I submitted an article to a journal (this feels huge as the one question people asked at both of my interviews this year was why I've so many non-journal publications).

So, dear readers, apologies for the absence (and the fact that it'll likely continue for a bit.