Writers as working class heroes
Unlike many conferences I've attended, presenters here make no conference-y dress up parade. Blue jeans, sweaters, fleece vests, long scarves. Alistair McLeod is reading tonight--I'm debating about whether to go. Tomorrow, however, Michael Ondaatje. I should add In the Skin of a Lion to my favorite books list (also The English Patient but who can stand the mocking?). On Saturday p.m., Anne Carson and W.S. Merwin are reading--at the same time my flight leaves. I'll have to investigate the cost of extending my stay.
Rainy in Vancouver
For the first time since I was a little girl, I own an umbrella.
My main comment about this is grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I'm wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday, when I spent 19 hours in airports as a result of United Airlines delayed flight out of SLC (crew delay, their fault). I feel irritated, sweaty, grimy, and "knife-ish," a wod my son invented in an Arby's after his soccer team lost a championship game. Yes, knife-ish.
. . . on helping students to develop as critical readers of their own and their peers' work. This relates, of course, to my work as a compositionist as well. It occurred to me that way you need is to unbundle, as the IT folks might say, the critical task to see what the discrete activities are of critical reading. Then, you need to retool response activities to reflect these critical reading activities. I got some really good ideas for this, which I'll formulate and disseminate later.
That's all for now. If you're a prayer, pray that my bag will be found in time for me to wear new clothes tomorrow.