Semester's on.

I just stayed pretty much at school for 12 hours.

7 am: conscious.
9 am: proctoring two sections of a test; collecting 180 tests to grade.
12 pm: that ends. lunch, email, paper dropoff, errands.
2 pm: new section of english composition. i collect 18 papers to grade.
4 pm: that ends.
5:30 pm: pre-reading for my 2 1/2 hour avant-garde art class.
9:00 pm: that ends. i have assigned 24 people a take-home test, which later i will grade.

there is grading and teaching to do wednesday, thursday, friday. Saturday I am due to go to Bloomington and present, for advisor and grad students, some form of paper on the New French Extremism, which I spent most of today's 4-6 pm drafting.

Films you should probably not see but which will help you understand this:

Breillat, _Romance_. _Anatomy of Hell_.
Noe, _Irreversible_. _I Stand Alone_.
Ozon, _See the Sea_. _Sitcom_.
Despentes/Trinh Thi, _Baise-Moi_.
Marina de Van, _In My Skin_.
Denis, _Trouble Every Day_.

That's a partial list. Ah, France. Hard to watch, but I think I can knit a positively BRILLIANT article out of this stuff.

Life in the academy is yoga. Not asana, of course, but yoga.