I was away for a week, visiting family (and people who are close enough to count as family - hi, guys, if you read this) interstate.
Since I got home, I've been a marking machine. My INT2190/3190 (Poverty, Ecology, and International Justice) students had their exam on Friday, and the papers had to be marked super quickly in time for examiners' meetings this week. So I've spent the past four or so days buried under a mountain of exam booklets, from which I've occasionally emerged for cups of tea and/or bouts of mindless activity (since I haven't had much mental space left for ones requiring thought) on the net. Somewhere amongst that, I put a layer of revisions on a new article to appear in a book that will be published in the UK later this year.
Reasonably normal transmission will now resume. There's quite a lot to write about, but it can wait until tomorrow.
There are various other tasks awaiting my attention pretty urgently - work on JET and Voices of Disbelief, an interview with Greg Egan (i.e., me interviewing him) for Aurealis magazine, and the gods alone know what else ... but I'll be getting to it all in the next few days. Then there's a paper that I need to write for a conference the week after next, so it's going to be all systems go.
Conference you say? Will you post your talk?
Lots of stuff I'm going to be eager to see!
I stopped by the local franchise mega-bookstore last week to buy something to read on the plane to TAM 6. I had hoped to find a paperback Greg Egan novel — he comments on my blog, after all — but they didn't have any. It was a dispiriting moment. Apparently, the only way to get yourself onto the SF shelf is to write a Star Wars novel.
Brian: not even sure what I'm going to say. I'll probably at least post some kind of summary. If I manage to say anything good enough, I'll aim to publish it somewhere.
Blake ... probably more dispiriting for Greg than for you.
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