Well, the wind hasn't stopped, but it's amazing how one night of super high winds will make you feel like 30 mph gusts are a nice, quiet change of pace. Still, I managed a full night of sleep last night with an odd dream that I somehow talked my way into playing piano for Tom Waits in spite of the fact that I can't play piano. I did okay, though, until I the stop in Nebraska where Tom got mad at me for trying to play and flirt with a girl in the audience.
No one wants to get kicked off a tour in Nebraska. Not even in - maybe especially in - their dreams.
In more interesting news, I just received my copy of the edited collection my most recent chapter came out in, and it looks spiffy. And - I didn't know this before - I'm in the book with a bunch of people who I'd drool about being in a book with. Many of the names I cite are in the table of contents with me.
And my 3rd year review crap is done and ready to go in - now with a spiffy copy of my book chapter.
And I'm listening to this in my office and hopefully it won't piss off the neighbors.
Two LAS syllabi
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