fillintheblankfreude?

a former colleague's book was recently reviewed and i think/fear it was not that well received. in the new york times no less. maybe it's not as bad as a think it is? i need someone else to tell me.

last p.m., twice through the night, i woke myself up giggling with mirth and general silliness in my slumber. the first distinct memory i ever have of doing this was once when i was in a hotel room in seattle with katie scott-childress; we were there for the biannual meeting of one of my favorite professional organizations. i woke myself with full-throated giggles because of an image of a prominent foppish professor who was in attendance at the meeting. he had insinuated himself into a very funny position in one of the slides that i was projecting during my talk. it still makes me chuckle when i think of it.

anyway, more flow and more pool: the keys snapping out of my melancholia.

thanks sinead and barb for our little visits yesterday.

off to bmore later today for reese's birthday party.