New calendars for a new year

No one gave me a calendar this year for Christmas (other than the free ones from charities my parents were shuffling off along with the boatload of compact umbrellas they received this year – an umbrella apiece for me, my sister, my brother-in-law, and my two nephews – and they still have several for their own use). The best part of buying your calendar in January is that they are on sale – and I decided on a calendar of Paul Klee paintings from the Phillips Collection in DC. It has a good mix of paintings I’ve never seen (January is Figure of the Oriental Theatre, 1934) and things I know and love (The Way to the Citadel, 1937). Flipping through last year’s calendar (Charles Rennie Mackintosh paintings, which I bought in part because they reminded me of a recent and happy visit to Glasgow) was a melancholy thing.
Time to move on.

Rewrites

School doesn’t start here until the 15th, so I’m trying to get some work done not related to classes. I’m finding myself wishing that I talked more like the way most academics write – my conference papers do not convert easily to sonorous academic prose. I write and talk pretty much the way I write here – too breezily. My learning, whatever weight it may have on its own, lies light on the page – or hangs out in the footnotes. I just wish there was a living to be made in adult ed.

Start the new year the way you want to continue . . .

Coffee – Check
Email – Check
NetNewsWire – Check
Chatting – Check
a little something looked up on the library catalog – Check – so I’m already working! Yay!
Country ham (thanks, John Sims!) and black eyed peas to come at lunch time, and the New Year will be well under way. The dog – luckily she hasn’t woken up yet. She’s started her new year the way she will continue; she got up, said good morning, changed spots, and went back to sleep.