But this week is not one of those times. For the last week I have been unable to figure out how to allow comments to my blogposts again, after a short stint of comment moderation. I've tried all sorts of combinations to try to fix it and I even e-mailed blogger-help, which gave me an automated list of links to try, none of which worked.
Sometimes I feel smart. Like when I successfully assemble a desk with those cryptic instructions that say something like, "Insert A into 2c, while holding F at a 90 degree angle to Y while humming John Lennon's 'Imagine'." I can do that on a good day. And I think I hum in tune even.
But this week/month is not one of those weeks/months. I locked myself out of my office once. Who knows the mileage my pacing would total. Today I tried to burn a copy of Tool's new CD for my friend, and I couldn't remember how to do it.
I'll attribute some of it to overload---stacks of essays to be read, we just moved into a new home, we leave for China in a month, we are on the verge of parenthood (yeah!), and oh yeah...my first book of poems is coming out next year, and two colleagues and I are signing a contract to write a freshman composition text for Prentice Hall. Can you say busy? But it's a good busy (kind of like people in Fresno say about the 105 degree summer days, at least it's a "dry heat.")
My mentor in graduate school had a small sign on his office door that read, "No Whining." As I am in my twelfth year of teaching, I understand that sign 100%. Anyone who has read my blog for a while knows that I don't usually post personal things...nor do I whine (that much)...but you know, just between you and me, a little releasing of the steam now and then never hurt anybody. Right?
Current reading: Victoria Chang's Circle, Sesshu Foster's Atomik Aztex, Nick Carbo's Andalusian Dawn. Intriguing stuff. Now where did I leave those keys?