I'm deliberately using the offensive term to be provocative. I'm chairing a search committee, and I have been very diligent in finding lesser known venues for advertising the position; working with the various offices at my place of employment (H.R.! Shriek in horror! Avert your eyes!), getting a flyer together to take to the CCCCs, blah blah blah. This does feel like droid work, and it's harshing my gig, man.
Moreover there's a big pile of preliminary portfolios waiting for me to read them with sensitivity and care, the better to offer pointed formative comments for students to use as they make their sensitive, careful, pointed, formative revisions.
And it's spring break.
I've decided to offer any and all readers (readers? Oh, readers--) a daily conference blog. You'll get my CCCCs Greatest Hits compilation starting Thursday. So we've got that going for us, which is good.
Lastly: we saw Hitch over the weekend (yeah, from Gothic demon/angelology to Will Smith--that's what's great about America), and as a conoisseur of romantic comedies (read: indiscriminate pleasure hound [read: promiscuous movie slut]), I give it a big thumbs up. At least the first two-thirds of it. (Minor complaint: how come any moviegoer in the world can sense a comedy grinding to a halt as soon as the characters have to start embracing their fears, undefending themselves, learning the truth about themselves, blah, blah, blah, but almost no actual moviemakers, apparently, can?) Back to brief unprincipled review: the movie was charming and hilarious. I really mean the hilarious part--I love romantic comedies, but I never joke about whether a movie is actually funny or not. A truly funny movie is a joy forever, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I find quite disreputable films truly funny, and will defend them to the death. Case in point: Encino Man. But that's a post for another day.