Last "class" of the "semester" today. Weirdly mixed feelings. Glad to be done. Wish I knew anything about the future.


I think this is what's now settling in the worst about the pandemic: academia for me is really a *planning*-based affair. I need to think now about book proposals and syllabi and conferences and projects for next year. I need to build my writing calendar, start opening coauthored collaborations. But, given everything... I just can't. No data to go on, not much inclination to do it. So it's just day by day, a surefire way to move sideways. And the tenure clock ticks.

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