I finished my review essay for my women and gender seminar this morning, which means that I am DONE WITH THIS SEMESTER praise sweet baby Jesus. I am so tired of reading and writing about pedophiles. Especially reading books by crazy academics who think that we can solve this whole pedophilia thing by legally sanctioning adult-child relationships.
This summer will actually be quite busy. My dad is visiting, Danny’s dad is visiting, and I’ll be taking a small research trip to Austin. (Not as glamorous as England, but I plan on going next summer, making particular and extra-special plans to go to Dickens World while I’m there.) In between, I will also be pretending that I have a dissertation topic and foraging for food and rent money with all the other Rice English grad students who don’t receive a summer stipend. Read: I will be working three jobs of varying responsibility and pay.
Oh, and learning all about modernism and its successors. Since I have to teach it in the fall.
Due to the impending craziness of the summer, I plan on doing not-so-much for the next week or so. I figure I have earned a few days of reading magazines and watching Bleak House on PBS.*
And today as a DIE SEMESTER DIE celebration, I went to The Container Store, which, for an OCD neat-freak like me, is kind of like heroine in store form. This store. It’s full of containers. Color-coordianted, interlocking, built-in-shelving, do-it-yourself containers, that promise a world of organization. Danny is lucky that I only bought one of those drawer-honeycomb things for my scarves, because for a moment I was considering buying brightly striped canvas tote boxes for absolutely everything in our apartment. Dirty laundry? Canvas tote box. Bathroom supplies? Tote box. Dry goods? Tote.
They’re so stripey!
* At the end of tonight’s installment, PBS noted that you can buy the Bleak House DVDs and Charles Dickens’s “companion text” on their website. Interesting.