the lacuna in the lagoon
I have news: I got a job. As a Canadian Literature prof in the English Department at UBC. That's right, folks, my itinerant days appear to be over. This situation has done for me what arranged marriages used to do for women in feudal China... Tied me down and committed me to a house. I have a one-year postdoc first,at the same institution, and then in July 2007 I'll start teaching. Really looking forward to sharing thinking and resources with all those who come my way, but especially you contemporary poetics, fantastic fiction, anti-racist, queer, trans, feminist, theoryhead and/or anti-globalization folk, if you care to come looking for me.
More news: I'm moving again, next month, to the West side. Talk about class mobility. I'm also trying to finish up my dissertation and defend it in short order because that needs to happen yesterday for all of this to work.
So needless to say, I am also one very busy, stressed out bunny. If I owe you an email, a coffee, a paper or a phone call, I beg your kind patience. I am in a strange kind of survival mode where all action must necessarily be pared down to the basics. Except in those catatonic moments when even basic motion is not possible. Diving down again. See you when this breath runs out.