Seems like I haven't had much worth reporting on the blog recently. I'll read something & think, "I should blog that," but then never get around to it. It's not that I've been terribly busy -- some work around the house & getting ready for the semester, but nothing overwhelming. Maybe the prolonged rainy weather we've been having since I got back from BMC has depressed my spirits. And there was a big blowup on the Poetryetc email list (a real nest of ninnies, where overt plagiarism goes unremarked & clique-politics is called "democracy"), of which I was one of the managers. My resignation from the list a week ago left a very bad taste in my mouth. Then there was the anxiety leading up to my annual physical exam -- I always feel this for days -- though I am routinely in "excellent health," according to my doctor. I have been doing a lot of visual art, which is satisfying, but feels kind of mindless. I'm so used to thinking of imaginative work as involving language & a certain kind of verbal thinking that the processes of making collages don't feel like using my mind, though I realize of course that I'm just doing another kind of thinking. And I've been spending too much time by myself -- one of our cars is in the shop getting body work done, so Carole takes the remaining car, leaving me at home in south Colton. It's funny, because in many ways I'm a quite solitary person, but if I don't have conversations outside the home for several days I get way too much up inside my own head. Anyway, school responsibilities will really begin ramping up next week, we'll have two cars, & I'll be much busier. If past patterns hold, this will lead, paradoxically, to more posts on the blog. I think I've got a bunch of drafts, in any case, to finish up & post. So life will resume out here on the very tip of the long tail -- somebody has to live out here!