Weekend Update: Fear, the Sublime, and Roscoe at the Dog Beach

It's another beautiful weekend here in Santa Cruz -- sunny, mild weather, with a nice breeze. This generally isn't the best dog beach weather (it's so perfect that it brings out all the sun bathers and small children; neither of these things go well with active dogs), but we found a nice strip of Its Beach untouched by the sunbathing masses. It's true, there were lots of gnats and smelled like poop; we made due. 

Roscoe made a new friend who likes to chase as much as Roscoe likes to be chased. EXCELLENT. All in all, a successful outing without any knocked over children or invasive sunbather sniffing (at least not by my dog).

TAIL TWINS. 

In totally unrelated news, I've been working on a new syllabus for my teaching portfolio and it is, sincerely, awesome. I have stacks of monster and horror theory books all over, and I'm having too much fun crafting a monsters curriculum for a course that doesn't even exist (yet; let's keep our fingers crossed and work a little woo-woo magic).

Later today I'll be skyping with Emily and K over a bottle of vinho verde rosé, a bowl of spaghetti and clams (!!!), and stack of Emmanuel Kant and Edmund Burke. SUPER. Good food, good company, good philosophy of fear and the sublime.