Where is my mind?

My life feels somewhat normal, but not really.  I am almost there.  I received a message this weekend that said, "Your blog is in shambles.  I have no idea what's going on in your life."

Life has been a lot of work lately, and also some travel (Chicago, Florida, Cleveland) that has interfered with work and writing and all that.  I still imagine that day in the near-future where I have more free time and I use that time to catch up on all I need to catch up on.  As Barbara Ehrenreich says, Those who are busy will never be successful.  It looks like I will never be successful.

The Vagina Monologues and V-Week activities at Delta College are proving to be surprisingly controversial.  It really baffles me.  Protestors?  I mean, who protests ending violence against women?  Anyhow, there are two performances of the play tomorrow at 11am and 7pm.

My recent review of Sandra Simonds's Warsaw Bikini is up in the March issue of BookSlut.  You can read it here.

I spent a good part of class this morning discussing Sam Pink's poem "I Am Going to Jump Kick Your Face and Then Kiss It" from the current issue of Coconut.  I think I have an interesting set of response papers waiting for me.

On May 20th, I will be homeless unless I find somewhere to live before then.  There are a couple of complications (like which state do I look in?) that are holding me back from looking for anything now, though it is a little early anyhow.  Realistically, regardless of where I am living in September, I need to be in the Tri-Cities through August to teach my summer classes.

I've now had to return my new bathing suit top twice: the first time they sent the wrong size, the second time it was the wrong pattern.

Random realization:  I have not been to a doctor since 2006.  The last time I saw an optometrist was 2003.  I am pretty sure I need glasses.