on being hectic
Sep. 17th, 2006 11:52 amI want my life back. I really do.
I’m giving a lecture on the visual culture in 19th Century Germany for the Nordik-conference this coming Friday. The paper for this lecture has to be finished today, so that the person sitting chair for my lecture can work out the questions that will follow my lecture, and make for “an interesting discussion”. A discussion leading scholars in the field will participate in. I’m terrified.
I also need to finish an abstract for my proposed lecture to a conference in Stockholm in April. And revise an article about the use of myth in visual, political rhetoric, and find the pictures for said article and send it to peer-review. Between all this I also have to show up to work at the museum, and prepare a meeting with a professor about my trip to Rome in November.
And all this I have to do by Sunday. I think the only thing at this point driving me forward is coffee and large amounts of high strung nerves.
Ooh – and I’m reading Sarah Monette’s Melusine. It’s so good I can’t stop reading it, even if I really don’t have the time.
I’m giving a lecture on the visual culture in 19th Century Germany for the Nordik-conference this coming Friday. The paper for this lecture has to be finished today, so that the person sitting chair for my lecture can work out the questions that will follow my lecture, and make for “an interesting discussion”. A discussion leading scholars in the field will participate in. I’m terrified.
I also need to finish an abstract for my proposed lecture to a conference in Stockholm in April. And revise an article about the use of myth in visual, political rhetoric, and find the pictures for said article and send it to peer-review. Between all this I also have to show up to work at the museum, and prepare a meeting with a professor about my trip to Rome in November.
And all this I have to do by Sunday. I think the only thing at this point driving me forward is coffee and large amounts of high strung nerves.
Ooh – and I’m reading Sarah Monette’s Melusine. It’s so good I can’t stop reading it, even if I really don’t have the time.