voncookie | December 31, 2009
There is the reflective end-of-year post, and then there is the reflective end-of-decade post. As the cover of TIME claimed recently, this has been, indeed, and on so many levels, the Decade from Hell. I don’t think it’s necessary to reflect on what exactly it has been that made this decade so godawful, but godawful [...]
voncookie | December 28, 2009
2:30 a.m. There is absolutely NO excuse for the fact that I am awake right now. NONE whatsoever. I’m using my time productively but I’m so pissed off that I’m awake that it’s making me even less likely to sleep. A vicious cycle indeed. I’m convinced that I’ve found the perfect job, perfect in every [...]
voncookie | December 28, 2009
1:50 p.m. Just had lunch with a friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in 17 years. 17 years!!! Half a lifetime ago!!! She lives in PHL and was free for lunch and so we met up at a Mexican restaurant on Cherry St. in Center City and had burritos and a great chat. It’s [...]
voncookie | December 27, 2009
9:45 a.m. Been up for about an hour. Today really is the only “down day” of the entire convention– a day for me to practice my hobnobbing skills for the rest of the convention, a day for me to come up with an answer to the question: “So, tell us about your dissertation?” and “Why [...]
voncookie | December 24, 2009
It occurs to me that at Big Scary Convention this year, everybody is going to be bringing their best game. Actually, they’ll be bringing their best game + 1. Everyone will be putting about 200% into their interviews. And so I’ve decided to do the same… starting with my teaching portfolio. I’ve decided to put [...]
voncookie | December 23, 2009
Here I am once again in Hometown, NJ. Things are — so far — terrific. I slept for something like 16 hours after my redeye flight back from Liberal Paradise, and am now fully rested and ready to enjoy my time here. Granted, I may have taken in a little much CabSav tonight whilst conversing [...]
voncookie | December 17, 2009
11:00 p.m. I finally finished the section on Lorca, and am now going back to address the spanner in the works that started this mess of revision. This is def. going to take all night to write. Good thing I don’t have 8 million other things to do in the next few days. 11:02 p.m. [...]
voncookie | December 14, 2009
What did I accomplish in my Jesus Year… I was supposed to use this year for reflection on the good things that I’ve done so far in this existence. Instead, it ended up being one of the most royally f***ed-up years of my entire life. There were some good points, some highlights: “graduating” (but not [...]
voncookie | December 12, 2009
11:15 a.m. My grandmother things I’m done with my dissertation. She thinks I’m Dr. vonCookie. I didn’t have the heart to explain to her about the difference between “graduation” and “filing.” I got the feeling she was disappointed in me. Why? Because when I walked in the door, she called me “doctor”; I didn’t have [...]
voncookie | December 12, 2009
Does everyone here know the saga of Ch4? Let me tell you a story… Ch4 was started early in 2009, after Big Scary Convention was over and Round 2 of job apps had started. I knew it would be a hefty chapter from the get-go. What I didn’t anticipate was that, after taking notes for [...]
voncookie | December 7, 2009
Today is the first day of what people here are calling “Dead Week” — a name I find highly disturbing, but whatever… It was so jarring not to be teaching today that I went up to campus anyway and hung out in my office for a while. Now I’m back at home freezing my ass [...]
voncookie | December 5, 2009
So, I have writer’s block. Can’t think of anything good to post, or tweet, or develop for my dissertation. Dislike, Dislike. I’m trying to decide right now if, because I can’t write, I should post an annoying YouTube embed, or if I should just say, hey, I’ll be back in a few days when things [...]
voncookie | December 2, 2009
Look up to the sky on the night of the full moon and tell me that you don’t see the face of Bernini’s sculpture “Saint Teresa in Ecstasy.” So much for the moon being made of green cheese. Apparently, it is made of ecstasy– the mystical kind.
