| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- under the zoom light Got my classes posted/published and the semester's officially started. Only 17 weeks to go. Of course I have too much to do today, much of it leftover from last week's list. The to-do list: *Week 1 emails to students We Zoomed last night with two other couples and it was nice but it's also just a piss-poor substitute for hanging out in person. I miss sitting at P's kitchen bar, holding out my wine glass for a refill, hugging R., catching C. out of the corner of my eye as he chats with B. or D. I miss real life, not this tiny computer window version of it. On that note I am grateful that I only have one Zoom class this semester. On the one hand, live lectures are more effective on the other hand Zoom is fucking exhausting in a way that standing in a classroom isn't. It's hard to explain. My colleague, D, is teaching almost entirely on Zoom (he teaches speech, so I get it) and, ugh... Related, though, I did Zoom with a newish friend last week. She's a writer, too and our interests heavily overlap and we had a great conversation, each of us boxed away in our tiny window. At least we have Zoom. We'll always have Zoom. Anyway, it's nearly September and here we still are. I'll stop complaining now and get back to work but, once more with feeling: wear your goddamned masks and wash your hands. 2:01 pm - 23.08.20
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17 years later - 24.09.20 - 9:55 am we're all probably OK, I guess. - 21.09.20 - 5:21 pm in which the cat is better but i'm still fucking sad about everything - 04.09.20 - 7:02 pm of fluffs and purrs - 03.09.20 - 7:17 pm some summers, they drop like flies - 30.08.20 - 1:31 pm |
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