Feels like a strange time these days. On the one hand I feel like I haven't been focusing on my work that much. On the other hand, we (Nancy and I with the RIT folks) just sent in a 1.5 million dollar grant, and I finished up a great semester teaching doctoral students. I always learn important things when I teach and this semester was no exception. Two students in my qualitative research methods course went for it in terms of understanding the level of personal commitment involved and taught all of us about honesty in inquiry.
So I'm not sure why I feel like I haven't done much lately. Dealing with my son this past year has really taken a toll on me so that might be part of it. I'm just beginning to let go of the trauma of it all. We are doing our end of year evaluations for the dean and I can see on paper that I actually have done some stuff, but I feel detached from it. I know I usually use this blog space for "work/literacy" posting, but today it feels too connected to my sense of self and well-being.
I need to spend some time reading the pile of books I have collected for "pleasure" reading. Found a couple of great ones in fields I know nothing about (Ranciere would be proud): Wikinomics and stuff on prosumption. Frankly, this stuff is pleasure reading for me; how crazy is that?