Monday, February 18, 2008
Paradigm shift
Something like work recommences tomorrow, throwing both the title and premise of this blog into confusion. The blog will stay, I think, but I must turn myself into chica incognita and remove all references to the name on my credit card and library card. Obviously all my students will immediately Google me and find the blog. Obviously my pedagogical credibility will be shot to smithereens if my students discover the habits and proclivities revealed on this blog. I will need to speak with authority on Beckett and the Western (addressing them separately rather than together; how can I possibly do so to an audience who might potentially know the strength of my feelings about the ripeness of strawberries, the Tex-Mex revolution sweeping Sydney, the dullness of teaching, the dung-slewn streets of northern India? And so, Mr Vonnegut, it goes. Clambering over temples and dodging salmonella one week, reading marking policies and trying to remember what the New England Transcendentalists were on about the next.
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4 comments:
Hélas, camarade... but surely there exists a euphemism in some dictionary somewhere signifying one's being between periods of unemployment? An excellent way to gain student cred, I'd have thought.
I think your problem may not be your name but the high likelihood that the recurrence of the word Beckett on this blog will lead them straight to you.. perhaps a codename is needed for dear Sam?
Ah yes, how very embarrassing, I am suffering here twixt indolence and leisure, suffering the cruel barbs of casual contracts, a timetable, and auto-administration.
As for il Beckett, perhaps it would be better for all if I left him the hell out of it? Non?
Never my dear. Never.
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