Faster than a speeding bullet...

go the hours in my days!

Between transitioning from Faulkner to Fowles in my literature class (by way of degenerate art), finding eighteen 45-minute conference times each week for the students in my expository writing class, figuring out next year's school options for Small Child, and finding time to wipe my snobby, ubiquitous - ummm - self, I've dropped the blogball in a big way.

If you're at all interested, here's what's brewing in my writerly brain:

1) Something about why defense lawyers are absolutely necessary, even when their clients are such obvious scum that even a squishy liberal like me wishes that bad things would happen to them (the clients, not the lawyers). A very disturbing assault case -happened just around the corner - has set me to thinking. Lord knows that's dangerous.

2) I gave my writing students a prompt about the American flag as a visual text. Every time I talk with one of them about the prompt, I find myself all twisted up over the way the image has been appropriated as an icon for war support. Just makes me steam.

3) How does one create pleasure?

4) For the last ten days, Small Child has been "enjoying" various standardized tests, among them the Iowa Test of Basic Skills. Pretty normal stuff, I know. But every frigging day for WEEKS her homework has involved coloring in circles or ovals on scantrons. No Child Left Behind = Every Child Left Behind. But when one is constitutionally unsuitable for homeschooling or Private Christian Indoctrination, what remains?

And I'm just getting started......