Ancrene Wiseass

A would-be medievalist holds forth on academia, teaching, gender politics, blogging, pop culture, critters, and whatever else comes her way.

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Yes, this really is yet another blog by a disillusioned grad student. I sympathize, but that's just the way it has to be. For hints as to what my bizarre alias means, click here and here and, if needed, here and here. To get a sense of what I'm up to, feel free to check out the sections called "Toward a Wiseass Creed" and "Showings: Some Introductory Wiseassery" in my main blog's left-hand sidebar. Please be aware that spamming, harassing, or otherwise obnoxious comments will be deleted and traced.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Time keeps on slipping . . .

I have been to a place where Time has no meaning. A place where hours become minutes, minutes hours.

I traveled there over two days and three nights. During two of those nights, I hardly slept, for my work was piled both high and deep.

And verily, I tell you, I have seen visions.

Which is to say, oh gentle readers, that I thank you for your many words of advice and support, particularly on the last post. And that I shall return soon in order to reply.

But first, I must make one more journey through dense thickets of student essays and trackless swamps of class preparation.

Then, I will come back to you. And I will share with you what I have seen.